THE WINDOWSILL

For years you've been in this old house,
Daily visits from one tiny mouse

You've collected dust and many things,
Wait! What's this! It's grandma's ring

A web some friendly spider's spun,
Crackled paint left from the sun

Fresh fallen snow and rain you've seen,
Seasons change from brown to green

For years you've kept them safe and warm,
By you they've waited out the storms

You've seen them grow since childhood days,
You watched when sister moved away

The life that's passed, the time that's gone,
You're still here to carry on.