Walls Have Ears

The words echo, walls have ears Echoes around the centuries not absurd. My Pisces ways have me believing From childhood to where I am today. Days when food was in short supply Mother became a magician preparing meals. The kitchen table was quieter than normal I was often banned to my bedroom Appreciate what you have, met with quiet disapproval. My bedroom was my kingdom, full of imaginary friends. Noise of conversation, brought my parents to the scene Fathers head appeared through a half open door Looked, and left me to my own World. Mother checked, giving me the look She held out her arms inviting comfort, Be careful of words and how they are spoken These walls are listening. My invisible friends all nodded in agreement, My punishment room was full of treasure Friends came and went, the door frequently opened. Now later in life I ponder these times I feel I have deserted them these friends of mine. On occasions when waking from dreams Laughter is slowly fading, but I can hear I utter some words, then hear a closing door.