If Walls Could Talk

If only these walls could speak What stories would they tell Each layer of paper holds memories of its time Of life, love, even losses gone by When I look through the window, I wonder Who's eyes have seen through the pane The changes they would have witnessed Each season and year holding a different view These rooms would of held many emotions Love and happiness, sadness and anger All embedded floor to ceiling I can feel them now, while I ponder Its not just bricks and mortar This has been home to some I've scraped off the paper, history still remains Our turn to give these walls something to talk about