I’ll put the kettle on
– Joan Stack
What memories linger with in these walls
What spirits visit and walk these halls
Stairs and rooms, memories from years to year
Spirit of joy and sorrow ring out in the air
Secrets, whispered from room to room
Telling of births and deaths, now silent as the tomb.
Laughter and tears mothers voices children’s calls.
Lingering memories clinging to the walls.
Empty spaces, resonating sounds.
Old familiar Ormston House, Prominent in our town.
Little do we know what secrets it holds?
While we walk on Patrick Street, we will not be told.
– Clare Glynn Chitan