A Little House Poem by Shruti Das

A little house you built for me
under the belly of dark clouds.
Rain came fast
and formed the rays that lit the fields
and freshened the grass around.

You had treasured dreams
from a thousand nights and
saved them in the rainbow
to wind around the house
under the belly of the dark clouds.

You have held on
to the story for years and years
while the wind teased the shingles
on the roof of the little house
under the belly of dark clouds.

My hair had grown longer
and skin a shade darker
Glasses perched on my nose
my steps moved to a slower dance.
Still, you held wide the open
door to the little house
under the belly of the dark clouds.