I crawl
Up towards the secret
Kept between the lips of
Mother
Grandmother
and grandfather
A step
A creak
A flinch
A step
I watch
The Doors
I step
And step
Then
I stop
The must
of
The old
Clothes
Furniture
Long forgotten
Wasting their days
Singing a song
Of when they were used
A prom dress
Sang a song
Of her first dance
Her first kiss
A couch
Told story
Of woe
A widow's
Tears forever stained
On the back
A long white dress
Hummed a tune
Of Love
Though
Love forgotten
In the midst of a war'
The scent
Of history lingered
Her family's story
Seeping though
The emotions
The tears
The laughter
It's still here
But the memories
Seeping through the cracks
Jun 7, 2019
Jun 7, 2019 at 12:23 AM UTC
I crawl
Up towards the secret
Kept between the lips of
Mother
Grandmother
and grandfather
A step
A creak
A flinch
A step
I watch
The Doors
I step
And step
Then
I stop
The must
of
The old
Clothes
Furniture
Long forgotten
Wasting their days
Singing a song
Of when they were used
A prom dress
Sang a song
Of her first dance
Her first kiss
A couch
Told story
Of woe
A widow's
Tears forever stained
On the back
A long white dress
Hummed a tune
Of Love
Though
Love forgotten
In the midst of a war'
The scent
Of history lingered
Her family's story
Seeping though
The emotions
The tears
The laughter
It's still here
But the memories
Seeping through the cracks
