The room that we called a "porch"
because that's what it was supposed to be
before it was enclosed with walls.
The room that we used as a fridge in the winter
because of how cold it would get.
In summer,
the room where the cat would lay, sun-basking.
Shedded fur floating like petals in the air,
illuminated by the sun-streams through the window.
The room with the handy outside-facing lock
so that your brothers could lock you in
when they were annoyed with you.
The room that was renovated into a part of the house
rather than an enclosed porch.
Ending the many uses,
but still containing the memories.
Written in my LA class, inspired by Bathroom by George Ella Lyon
