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Chalky white blisters ruptured
from yellow-pine clapboards
skinning it's grizzled facade,
springs slammed creaking hinges
that swung the screen door
dragging the stoop
of my childhood home.

Beer perfumed the air
nicotine glazed the walls
buttressing the sofa and table,
my sister and I tended bar.
The old man hunkered here
slumped over an ashtray
and crossword puzzles.

Pellets fell from termite tunnels
in the trim boards,
newspaper and cardboard boxes
fell through the rotting floor.

Powdered milk in mother's cupboard
and "government cheese" in her fridge
fattened my cheeks and core.

Winter's chill crept around the bones
of this decaying crypt,
a swallowing mountain of cotton and rayon
buried me in my resting place.

Bravo, lovely Aatheera, Bravo!
I read your words to my sister and she said you have articulated the universal language of love and heartbreak so beautifully.

i was struck with the Priorities Line....thats what i am going through...

Always a good poem Kindred..Love u always.

Amazing