Walls Have Ears
The words echo, walls have ears
Echoes around the centuries not absurd.
My Pisces ways have me believing
From childhood to where I am today.
Days when food was in short supply
Mother became a magician preparing meals.
The kitchen table was quieter than normal
I was often banned to my bedroom
Appreciate what you have, met with quiet disapproval.
My bedroom was my kingdom, full of imaginary friends.
Noise of conversation, brought my parents to the scene
Fathers head appeared through a half open door
Looked, and left me to my own World.
Mother checked, giving me the look
She held out her arms inviting comfort,
Be careful of words and how they are spoken
These walls are listening.
My invisible friends all nodded in agreement,
My punishment room was full of treasure
Friends came and went, the door frequently opened.
Now later in life I ponder these times
I feel I have deserted them these friends of mine.
On occasions when waking from dreams
Laughter is slowly fading, but I can hear
I utter some words, then hear a closing door.
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