Musings by The Poet Loriet
Tour of Homes
I'm keeping my house.
It will be a fight
as a single mom,
but I need this safe place
for me and my children.
I saw my home last night
through your soft green eyes
as I walked with you
through my memories.
You leaned in the doorframe
of my kitchen, walked through,
touching my wallpaper,
tracing things with
your soft hands,
taking mental snapshots.
You stood contemplating
my favorite art prints,
and I adored you
for the way I could
sense your thoughts,
knowing how closely
they resembled mine.
You knew my dreams
and my struggles
as my walls
whispered secrets.
You saw...
more than I could
ever tell you
with words,
and comforted me
with your touch...
"Shhhhhhhh."
You stared out
my back window
from a darkened room
lit only by candles,
and knew the awe I felt
only moments before
at that same window.
"Look at all the stars here,"
you mused, and I loved you
for noticing, knew you would,
and in that moment
of sharing the night sky,
I also knew...
that memories
are worth fighting for.
Lori Beal
It will be a fight
as a single mom,
but I need this safe place
for me and my children.
I saw my home last night
through your soft green eyes
as I walked with you
through my memories.
You leaned in the doorframe
of my kitchen, walked through,
touching my wallpaper,
tracing things with
your soft hands,
taking mental snapshots.
You stood contemplating
my favorite art prints,
and I adored you
for the way I could
sense your thoughts,
knowing how closely
they resembled mine.
You knew my dreams
and my struggles
as my walls
whispered secrets.
You saw...
more than I could
ever tell you
with words,
and comforted me
with your touch...
"Shhhhhhhh."
You stared out
my back window
from a darkened room
lit only by candles,
and knew the awe I felt
only moments before
at that same window.
"Look at all the stars here,"
you mused, and I loved you
for noticing, knew you would,
and in that moment
of sharing the night sky,
I also knew...
that memories
are worth fighting for.
Lori Beal
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