i built this house from a one-bedroom apartment to a home, with the touch of a good woman floors packed down with the heavy stomping of two boys learning floor hockey. i lived here.
i hope they don't make the bed. i never have and i never will has always been my - i never will.
i dug a hole for the pool, filled it with sunburns noodles, tubes, splashing, summer nights after the sun went down shoes and clothes by the back door. i lived here.
i hope they don't put away my TV Guides or tidy up my recliner pocket.
i filled the cracks in this driveway with band-aids to cover skinned knees paint flecks from the garage that started red but turned white with age. i lived here.
i hope they don't put my favorite mug back on the shelf where i have trouble reaching it. where i had...
i hope they don't clean, vacuum, sweep, scrub, sterilize, paint it fresh to make it seem new again.
i collected this dust and those scuff marks around the corner of the stairs and the dent in the wall we hid behind our wedding photo.
i hung these memories. i tore down the wall in the bathroom and the one between me and my boy. i lived here. i built this house.