The house I call home
now has a third floor
instead of only two;
a doorway where
the dinning room once was
and a bay window in
the living room.
The burn mark in the
rug where Daddy once
almost burned down
the house by using
gasoline to light a fire
in the fireplace
is now hard wood floors
and Mom and Dad's bedroom
is now half the family room.
The closet is a
stairway and my room
is an office. Mom and Dad
don't live there anymore
but the cubby hole
under the basement stairs
where I used to hide
is still there.
Copyright © 2002 by
Shawn Murray
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