Walls Poem by anais vionet

In my experience, most adults have "vanity walls", usually in their offices, where they hang diplomas, awards, certificates and important pictures. Most parents I know have them.

I like to look carefully at those momentos - they're like breadcrumbs tracing back through their lives. Some items are expected while others are extraordinary - like pictures of Lisa's dad playing golf and laughing with famous people.

"It's a very particular kind of vanity." Lisa's dad said, from in back of me, from his office doorway. I almost jumped in surprise - I definitely flinched. I'd become so absorbed in examining his wall that I'd unconsciously inched into his space, like someone stealing into a closed museum exhibit.

I flushed with embarrassment, "No, " I said, making a hand gesture that swept the area. "I LOVE these kinds of things - I couldn't resist - I'm sorry! "

He made a "Pssshtt" sound and waved his hand, "You make yourself at home."

"I want to have a wall someday, " I said. He smilingly turned and with a little backward wave, said, "You will, " as he strolled off to the kitchen, leaving me to continue my tour.

I will.