Grandmother's House

The slice of light

Through the darkened hall

 

A murmur of voices

 

The press of an ear

Upon a rusted keyhole

 

Little nervous footsteps

Pattering past hours

 

Notes slipped under doors

Folded and kept beneath pillows

 

Small marks of hands

Printed in the dust

 

Papery smiles

And warm hands

 

Grandmother’s house