Nana stands before double oak doors
peering at the memories inside.
A teenage boy’s once precious items
decorate creme floor.
More slowly seep from closet,
blood from a wound.
Bright comic books,
displaying The Punisher’s mark,
discarded dog eared drawings,
loose water stained photos,
and an old Nintendo Gameboy.
I ask to see the sketchbook,
she hands it to me silently.
I open to first page,
and see my father and
his brother’s watermarks there.
The first few pages
take my breath away.
In my eyes masterpieces
that rival Davinci, Van Gogh
and Raphael.
📍Location: Guest Bedroom
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Memories Make A House A Home: A Poetry Collection
ŞiirThis is a collection of poems inspired by George Ella Lyon's "A Many-Storied House". These will all be based off of my childhood home. Some will contain certain memories others will comment/reflect on life. Please enjoy! ____________________________...
