Was always good to see for mother was home, sewing Or reading a book you see. The light in our old house is no more, the people are all Moved away. Gone to have family's of there own. This old house is gone too. The light is no more, Mother is not standing at the door. For she too had to go away, To a land of happy days So when we see her I hope she is standing at the door.   Submitted By: NULL