I am nothing more
than skin and paint
the writings on the wall
and always will I remember
that look on your face
The laughter in this house
has faded over the years
the pictures hanging all around
bring back memories
of Happiness and tears
The wooden floors
are cold on my feet
Lay under the blankets
and warm me
the doors are creeky and,
The windows are painted shut
but you've always been so handy
you can fix them if you want
The yard is big
and one day our kids will
play in it
And fill this house with
laughter once again
I am nothing more
than skin and paint
and always until the end
will I remember that look on your face.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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