my childhood home, from poetess' personal scrapbook
MY BONES REMEMBER ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ home—a sigh in worn floorboards, kitchen's cinnamon hum, dog's tail thumping welcome against my shins. rain taps the tin roof's lullaby. Mother's quilt, threadbare love stitched in every patch. not just walls, but the ache that loosens when the key turns in the lock. safe. known. my bones remember.
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my childhood home, from poetess' personal scrapbook