The Two Storey Wooden House Poem by Rahman Henry

Look at the very old wooden floor, as if a painted silence
Tonight It involves me in Its friendship
This is that wooden house where inside any plank
I haven't hide any of my memories
It's my new and just now beloved; yet, in my deep sleep
I felt: How much smell of my childhood
has been preserved in Its soul!
Motherly kindness of this wooden mummy
in her every breath nurtures the days of
Someone's absence; I heard the cry of Its heart.