These poems weren't written about the Peppercorn Bend house, but about the one they moved into and capture the same spirit. A year ago, they moved into another space. But the memories are still there! This is one poem of three; the others can be found at musingsofmorganm.wordpress.com.
Write down everything.
Write down what you did
when you visited that day;
the game of Scrabble you won
and "zephyr"—the winning word.
Breathe in the fresh air
when you sit on the porch
Your open porch
with the mosquitoes flying in
isn't nearly as peaceful.
Belly laugh when someone
cracks a joke
even if it's 8:00 PM
and you're tired,
the leftover cake still sitting out on plates.
Give a large, big, group hug,
Try not to flinch
when it gets too crowded, too tight.
Most importantly,
never take the day for granted.
Because someday
this space will belong to strangers
and you
will be long gone,
just memories lingering in the walls
that others can't see.
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