House of memoirs
Thank you for keeping us warm
I can see everything that ever happened between him and I
i see a beige bouncy couch…
his folks and mine were having tea and grand talks
Less furniture meant we had to, fit into that beige bouncy couch
We were both secretly happy.
The old creaky Spiral staircase,
which led to my bedroom
the only room he never saw.
Crocheted Cambodian carpet,
where he pinned me down to, in all our fights
The glass coffee table,
where we drew the world’s ugliest drawings
with the most beautiful crayons.
The corridor walls,
where we hang those displeasing drawings for everyone to see
The narrow hallway
where we paraded our imaginary wedding
in front of all our stuffed animals and dolls
It was a quiet wedding we should have invited real people perhaps?
The kitchen counter
where all the magic happened when we were eighteen
The hammock on the porch
where we read our bibles.
The roof top’s roof,
where we beheld astronomy late into the nights.
The front door,
where he fixed his bow tie
before I let him see me in the white dress that was only worn once.
House of memories we are leaving now
To make another house our home
but before that i must take him
take him to the room he never saw.
(inspired by the ‘paintings’ done at Irene’s house)