Photo by Poett
If These Walls Could Talk
Someone once said, ”If these walls could talk…!”
They would write a trillion one- act plays,
each one set in its own time and space..
with its unique characters method acting every line..
How we planned and laughed and invented meetings just to be together!
How we mourned the ones who passed, honored the old and sang songs and loved;
With our hands in the air gesturing wildly, we relived that soccer game we just won,
We shared art, stories, tragedies, and why we’d be close forever, never to be forgotten.
The table strewn in tea cups and coffee mugs. and plates of FOOD we passed around;
we were a Latin episode of “Friends” that you will never see,
but we were the best of them..and this was our room,
this is where we made the magic and we were family!
In the morning it fills with the light of the East..
the formal colors come alive
in orange, yellow and indigo madness.
Any bad vibes that might have snuck in at night,
are purged and cleansed by this persistent sunlight,
painting the floors and tables, in two coats of COLOR.
This living room is once again, ready to receive you.
I promise you will fall right into a couch and decide to never leave.
It’s the best host, the warmest receiver, the comfortable friend you have known for years..
This living room has its own spirit; it has had it forever…and I take no credit for that.
I just threw in some furniture, a long time ago… and then it came alive.
March 13, 2021