In the calm of a cool night
My house speaks to me
I hear years of memories
Speaking through the walls
As everyone else lays sleeping
Love, sweat, tears
Gains and losses
Comings and goings
Life and death
This house talks to me
It tells me stories
Things I just can’t bear to hold on to
Things no one else will want to hear
In the calm of the night
My house speaks to me
With each step upon a crack
With each bump against a wall
I hear the cries of this old house
That only seems to talk to me
It tells me stories I just don’t want to hear
If only I could close my ears
And turn away
So that the words of my old house would fall upon another ears
For now I lay my weary head upon my pillow
Just hoping for a somber sleep where I can dream a dream
Free of my old house and all of its stories
My House Tells Me Stories©
Copyright 2016
By Felina Silver Robinson
The Writings of Felina Silver Robinson 