Old houses insist on patience

Attention to repair

Occasionally offering pieces

Of their stories only

To those who listen carefully

 

A burden or many lessons

An old house keeps its secrets

History passed intentionally with

Creaks and sounds in the night

That speak of what it has seen

 

Those may call it a haunting

Though it is merely a hello

An honor most certainly

A building choosing to trust

Opening its doors to the listener