Little By Little
Little by little the red bricks begin to fall apart
he is getting ready to take the staircase to heaven
she watches from a window the hunch of his back
outside the garden is in disarray but full of dew
Her conscience whispers gently in her youthful ear
this was once the house that raised you girl
She walks over to the porch hammer in hand
and as the sun sets in the sky like a rouge rosette
she works aside green ferns, old as dinosaurs
Assaulted by a leaky roof and an unsteady door
she walks in, "Grandpa ? " he answers with a sigh
then slowly drinks her in, with two electric eyes.
7/15/2020
Contest name: Decaying House
Sponsor: Constance La France
Copyright © Mystic Rose Rose | Year Posted 2020
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