this house has aged with us,
a lifetime of faded memories
seep into its awkward creases,
hidden half-forgotten secrets
bide their time in cracks and crevices
tightly clothed in cobwebs and dust,
we sit we eat and sleep among
the invisible swirling foment of
past events that watermark three
decades and more,
there is love here given and received
a patina of unspoken affection
spread throughout a space
that we all call home
© Graham R Sherwood 04/23
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