The Light's Still On The lights are on but no one's home A phrase we often hear said This sad reality gripped my heart As I stopped by the old homestead. I stood for a while and looked inside And this scene came into view A table spread with a table cloth All pretty white and blue. Precious memories draw me back To those days of yesteryear When Mom and Dad sat around a meal And pretty maid was there. I pictured Mother by the stove Guarding her steaming pot Always checking, wondering still If there's something she may have forgot. I remember Dad with joy on his face As we walked through the kitchen door But never was he satisfied Till all were accounted for. Yes the old homestead was a meeting place Where we talked, we laughed, and shared Where the cares of life seemed so far away As if they disappeared. Sometimes we met in sadness When things were hard to bear And shared each other's burden And found a solace there. The home was blessed down through the years With children's shouts of glee As we all sang with joyful hearts Around the Christmas tree. But things have changed at the old homestead And will forever be And those precious times with family there Are now a memory. There's nothing to echo the old walls now Just the creaking of the wind The accordion's gone, no guitars strum No sound from the old violin. No mom's delicious meals there now No dad's dear smiling face Still precious memories linger on That time cannot erase. But there's a light burning brighter now Around that heavenly throne And some day by Grace we'll meet again In Heaven, our final home. -Roger Sheppard Corner Brook   Submitted By: NULL