If these walls could talk
to disclose the spirit of this family
memory would weep like mortar
holding our heroic moments of existence.
The day we unpacked our possessions
to claim each room our own, planning
color schemes and placing trust in home;
the bare floors upheld our dreams
that echoed through the halls.
Contentment settled in corners
among stuffed animals and dolls.
It rested upon the windowsill
with the cat, warmed by the sun.
Harmony reigned in a house
where daughters sang, once
accompanied by their grandmother
at the baby grand.
On the edge of night
the future casts a shadow.
Words fill the space between
bliss and pain while we stand
in the doorway of our love.
(c) Susan Fridkin
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