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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