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