Fourth Floor Of Nowhere
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Fourth floor of nowhere had a back room where
I spent some secret time in younger days;
a full- yet empty space above the stair
that led me to a new-dimension phase.
Though built late eighteen-eighties, it was home
in nineteen forty-nine, when I turned ten.
The first three floors were free for me to roam-
yet, fourth- proclaimed off-limits to me then.
But, late each night, I heard them from my room-
the sounds of women talking- whispering,
while scurrying of children's feet would loom
above my plaster ceiling, capering.
One day, come early dawn- I turned the knob
as all my family still soundly slept.
The room was bare- but how my heart did throb
as gentle, ghostly figures, past me, swept.
Years later- due to eminent domain
to build a bridge- our home was torn apart.
When I pass by, I hear them weep in pain-
fourth floor of nowhere- now dwells in my heart.
September 10, 2020
Contest: The Fourth Floor Of Nowhere
Sponsor: Craig Cornish
Note: The Newburgh-Beacon Bridge was completed
in November 1963, after New York State claimed our
home via eminent domain. Since I live very close by, I
constantly have to pass the site where my childhood
Copyright © Sandra Haight | Year Posted 2020
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