Listen!
Hear the echos of those this cottage has known,
people long since departed,
but within these comforting walls - their souls live on.
Like the chair where Grandpa sat
the one with the swan arm-rests, the one he loved!
See him sat warming himself in front of the range.
Llaingaled always welcomed friends and family alike.
There were always people to light the range for,
pots of warming and welcoming tea to be made.
This place is a place to snuggle in the cold of winter.
A place with the constant sound of children,
echos heard
running up and down the hallway - squealing with excitement in the garden,
climbing the ladder,
with rough n tumble in the loft.
Just listen!
Having moved far away
these children now grown up and doing grown up things - still their souls live here.
These walls contain the joy of each child,
and the love they found here.
Now these walls contain the joy of their children,
with the trips to nearby beaches
with the chance of heavy February snow falls,
with snowmen to build,
snowball fights to be had,
after which fingers to warm up in front of the range where Grandpa sat.
Everyone who's visited this place - even briefly as we did,
is now a part of this place and it's history.
This place that is briefly Pippas,
Peters, and Davids,
in time will pass on to their children,
for them to hold onto tightly,
and to love,
like all that have visited this place,
and to love it forever.
As you sit there,
feel the history - hear the echoes!
It's all around you - and you are now a part of it.
