If you should ever visit me and see my worn carpet
and well used furniture, please don’t judge me as a
bad housekeeper because you will be looking at love
and memories.
Each scratch, chip, stain or box of school papers are
a reminder to me of years past when children used
this place as a home and not just a house. A place
where sweet little voices rang out in laughter and
played a melody of the sweetest kind.
Footsteps made the carpet bare in spots, playing cars
on the tables left scratches. Here and there a chip of
paint is missing and a few stains still linger that refuse
to be removed.
At times I close my eyes and hear a crash of a vase
or dish, bringing back memories of happiness and making
me wish those days still existed. No dirty Clothes litter
the floor of bedrooms, no whispered secrets are told to
friends. Even though silence greets me each morning I
still dream of the breakfasts I cooked and slamming of
doors as each one rushed for the school bus.
So if you visit me be prepared to see love every place
you look. And if you listen closely maybe you will even
hear a small voice say,"Bye,... I love you grandma.
See you after school." Then you will know what love
truly is.
~Norma Marek~
© February 6, 2003
