My Mom and Me on the steps that led up to the old house
I was brought home from the hospital to this house
and was rocked on the front porch swing every night
I learned to walk on the cold hardwoods
I celebrated birthdays in the dining room
and holidays in the living room
I played in the back yard
and went for bike rides in the neighborhood
it was a good house, it was our home.
those steps are all that's left today
they tore the house down last month
Only memories, fading memories
blending into dull tableaux
I want them back.