Under the House
I take out my sorrow
and nail it to
a piece of old wood,
I found under the house,
as I take five deep breaths,
letting you go,
knowing,
my childhood
went with you,
you shaped it
with ancestral dough,
into what was saved,
day after day,
so now the orchestra of
our destiny together,
becomes an untethered
floating thought
until we wander back together
out from under the house.
Copyright © Kathryn Sweeney | Year Posted 2023
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