Hey mason!
When you renovate my house,
make sure you leave intact
the imprints of tiny little feet
running in these corridors
Hey painter!
When you paint these walls,
make sure you don't rub out
the doodling stains
scrawled by tiny hands.
Hey carpenter!
When you mold the wood
and carve me doors and windows,
make sure you seal inside
the ringing unripened laughters.
For when I walk pass these,
these corridors,
these doors and windows,
these caricatures,
I can inhale the scents of
yesterdays
of my children
(now working in the valleys yonder),
and their childhood,
fresh and incorrupted.
Linking with Friday Fictioneers
Dear Ruby,
ReplyDeleteA sweet story. Nicely done.
Shalom,
Rochelle
Thank you so much.
DeleteYour sunflower drew me in - I'm glad I came. Your poem evokes so many memories of my own.
ReplyDeleteI too love sunflowers.
DeleteI am glad you can relate to the poem.
Thanks for visiting.