My Life in Boxes

The house is beginning
to echo now...

memories packed away
to lie on some shelf
gathering dust no doubt.

Twenty happy years
shrinking before my eyes
as I drift from room to room.

I know the height tree
behind the pantry door
will soon be painted over

and..

the scratches on the wooden
floor where you all had so much
fun riding that little tikes car
around and around will be
buffed out and polished...
gone for ever.

I hope they keep the magnolia tree
where we had so many tea parties
drinking lemonade from tiny cups
made for little hands that have now
grown to hands that teach, hands
that toil and hands that are still
making their minds up.

People say a house is just
bricks and mortar
but...

Hellon 10th November 2021