White
I leave behind the walls that sing
The children’s laughter and memories
Or parties past and passions strong
Of good times, bad of rights and wrongs
In the kitchen counters wait
Daily holding dish and plate
For daily fair or holiday
The memories linger clear as day
Through cold steel door the white hall reigns
The stark white light no comfort gains
And bedroom no young lovers sighs
Remembers from long summer nights
The cold counters in the kitchen bare
No memories of cup nor fare
The sterile world of porcelain tile
It stares back at me all the while
Yet as the days go by I know
The new space will take a rosey glow
Of friends and family warmth and home
No more cold echos here are known
My Gifted Life 