I walked these stairs a million times
Since I was wed to my own man.
Our children came, then left the nest,
Then their kids too came into the world.
Clothed in bright deep crimson runners
My feet felt the soft nap and weave.
I loved their beauty and their flare,
‘Twas proud to walk upon those steps.
They were always there, a part of us.
Something we never thought about …
Years added up and took their toll,
Like us they became tattered and old.
Now, my own man, he’s gone too
Taken from me a few years ago
Now its just me and these old stairs,
And our memories of a life well spent.