Staying
orange crayon on the inside of the toy closet door
cracks in the tile
finger smudges on the lower glass panels of the french study door
faded plastic swing
weathered wooden steps to a lookout
candles partly melted
books and books read over and over
silent pianos, notes still ring in the air
grass outside the sink window
dirt hill where mud pies baked
stacked beds sleepy heads
laughtered walls
front door staying open
all day
remember the rat we all corralled out the front door
someone had a broom
we all yelled
remember when the door opened on its
own the day after she left
like it used to when Spottie went
from garage to backyard
and we thought it was her coming
for a visit
the rush to be on time but we were
always just a few minutes late
naps
Prime Rib Sunday dinners
chats about wedding jobs
hard to hope
of making other memories
I will hold on to this place
where I gave my life
there are more of the good
than the pain that remains
so I will keep what I have
and stay