PopCorn

Lil'Bit of Spring

Birth of Twilight

I used to sit...

...on those steps...
Hair all tousled blonde

Somewhere there is a picture
of me
Sitting there...wishing I wasn't so tall
and
Cats and kittens along the wall
lapping up milk
from
Fractured plates
or
Maybe a tupperware bowl

The steps were crumbling then
Even more crumbled now
Yet they seem the same somehow

The house itself
Still looks very much the same
Not many changes made
Just very well lived in and loved
Even tho' the inhabitants have a different name

Glad I went back
and saw those steps
Glad that they remain
Glad I had some sweet memories
of Childhood
Distant, yet with sweet refrain

A Place Called Home

I gave it some thought...

...but the thoughts drifted away

...tried to catch them
yet
they evaded me
in the wispy grey

so
i let go