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