Voices In the Walls
There are voices trapped within the walls
along the halls that link old rooms
and childish laughter bubbles the sleek designer paint
new owners placed to seal away the past;
the color memory keeps bleeding through where sunshine warms,
window-framed like children's silhouettes.
Our names, cement prisoners,
call from the curving walk
where hopscotch chalk faded in the rain.
The hill across the road heaves a heavy sigh
and echoes of our play escape in ripples of the leaves.
Thin, haunting voices draw me backward,
like the calls of baying hounds alerting on a scented trail;
there will never be treasure more rare
than the cherished memories embedded
in the house we first called home.
© September 11, 2015
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