french provincial – cream – gold moldings.
Christmas trees in bay windows and hardwood floors
make way for tiny feet full of wonder.
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in square rooms those feet get bigger, he gets bigger
she raises one of her own in bay windows and back porches
tall ceilings leave room for taller kids and cozy conversation.
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as time churns and breathes out, lives pass, people shuffle
around on hardwood floors, crayon marks grow the heart.
Wood polish – lemon hushes a silent aroma. Shoes scuff.
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Victorian setting – crimson, wine, and class.
Intricate patterns, flowers in carved wood tell stories of those
who coveted it. She coveted the space and seemed to be the last.
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Modern day – blow up mattresses and empty wrappers
litter scuffed floors as people breathe in the same atmosphere
with lack of heart and care for the people who passed.
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November 15th, the first snowy day – A nostalgic hum echoes
itself off white moldings, Christmas trees in bay windows and hardwood floors.
Tiny paws play and stare at lights in wonder.
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Just as gentle fingertips type, a gentle energy looms.
the sun sets over a yellow stucco house and she sighs,
This is home.