Better In Memory
Orange! What a fun color for a house, orange. I cannot name many others so daring.
Palm trees lines the driveway as our RV rumbled in, my cousins and I staring,
At our grandparent’s Florida house, the best part of the year,
It’s short, squat, perfect, and the ocean very near.
The backyard is a plot of sand, a hammock guards the corner,
I was approximately thirteen, maybe a little older,
When they said Gma and Papa had moved to a new house down the street,
The house is tall with spiraling staircases; it’s clean and white and neat.
Now when we fly into town we pass the orange house on our way to the white,
I can’t help but do a double take, it really is a sight.
The orange is dull and faded, the green more prominent instead,
As the winding plants and palm trees start to hide, they slowly start to spread,
The backyard is a patch of beige, tumbled with weeds,
No sign of life or purple treasure chests we used to play hide-and-seek.
Copyright © Kayla Davito | Year Posted 2022
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