Beyond the Little Yellow House
by: Darcey Ann Marie
5/8/16
Yesterday I cried
At the purple flowers.
And the shadow
Of darkness
Covering them.
Reminding me
Of
Your purple bedroom.
And
Your purple purses
With matching
Purple heels.
The purple walls
Inside
The little yellow house
That sat high on the hill
Of the dead end street.
Yesterday I cried
At the butterfly
Flitting about me
As I
Walked home.
White and
Carefree
Alongside
The weight of
Unspoken words
Unfinished business
Unfair responsibilities
All
Unwrapped gifts
Left
Like open wounds
I cannot heal
From
The little yellow house
That sat high on the hill
Of the dead end street.
Yesterday I cried
At the song
Echoing
In my ears.
Remembering
Your hands
Clutching me
With your
Crooked little fingers.
Powerless.
All this,
As I sat
In the sunshine
On the swing
Like we used
To do
In the backyard
Outside
The little yellow house
That sat high on the hill
Of the dead end street.
Y
Yesterday I cried
But today
I have
Dry eyes
Amid the rubble.
Finding
The rare stones
And shiny bits.
Playing bicycle
On the couch
Waving goodbye
At the picture window
When you could
Still stand.
And even when
You couldn't.
I believe you can do anything
You set your mind to do.
Spoken with
A credibility
Only
Your mom
Is entitled.
So you believe it
Deep
In your bones.
I hold
All of this, mom.
And I bring it
With me.
As I follow my dreams
Far beyond
The little yellow house
That sat high on the hill
Of the dead end street.