The place where a child grew into an adult
careful steps are taken in fear of damaging the memories
hands trail along the now murky wallpaper enjoying the familiar texture,
continuing slowly and peacefully
hearing the voices and the footsteps that used to constantly run.
opening each door and smiling each time,
the smell of cooking and secret snacks overpowering the smell of age
continuing heading towards the heavens
a place that was once feared,
opening the door and walking inside.
A powerful wave of memories hits like a punch
dust floating peacefully in the air, each representing a new memory
the boxes piled high on the worn out wood
but in the corner it is
still standing proud.
toys don't last this long
A bear now would have little stuffing and covered in holes,
a china doll would have shattered skin
This only had a bit of blue chipped
And it was the best memory of them all.
