Vacant Walls

I pushed that old screen door aside,

Stepped where memories used to hide.

Empty rooms but I could hear

Mama’s laughter ringing clear.

Daddy’s voice and my small feet

Echoes dancing down that country road so sweet.

Vacant walls still whisper low ’Bout the girl I used to know.

Daddy’s courage, Mama’s grin,

Grandma’s books stacked tall within.

Every echo, every mile

Built me up in country style.

Daddy was my hero strong,

Lifted me when life went wrong.

When my pony tossed me down,

He’d dust me off without a frown.

“Get back on, girl,

see it through”—

Those words hit deeper now.

Mama taught me joy was made

In cookie dough and lemonade.

Grandma fed my heart and mind,

Books and humor intertwined.

Love in meals and stories told—

Lessons carved in days of old.

I close my eyes and I can see

Every hand that carried me.

Love like that don’t fade away— It’s still the light that leads

my way.

Vacant walls still whisper low

’Bout the girl I used to know.

Family love in every mile

Made me who I am—country style.