White

White

I leave behind the walls that sing
The children’s laughter and memories
Or parties past and passions strong
Of good times, bad of rights and wrongs

In the kitchen counters wait
Daily holding dish and plate
For daily fair or holiday
The memories linger clear as day

Through cold steel door the white hall reigns
The stark white light no comfort gains
And bedroom no young lovers sighs
Remembers from long summer nights

The cold counters in the kitchen bare
No memories of cup nor fare
The sterile world of porcelain tile
It stares back at me all the while

Yet as the days go by I know
The new space will take a rosey glow
Of friends and family warmth and home
No more cold echos here are known

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s