~~~~~ Your pictures don't have all the memories Some of them are on my skin lined and stained by a dozen crayons wielded by hands Who are yet to learn their ABCs. A doorframe upstairs would have summaries Of years of growing the children have had Counted by inches, a hue for each child 'til colors and names crowded in one space. How you bewailed the mess the kids made On this house that you had no time to mend Lost as you were in the child rearing years Now fading into years of emptiness. Now I am clean, no other eyes need to know The moments you can't bring to where you'll go. ~~~~~ Written for Mish's Dverse Poetics Prompt - If Walls Could Talk which I did not get to finish on time to link up with the prompt, but just in time to join the Open Link Night. Thanks for dropping by. :-)I am sorry I am slow with catching up with you. Lately, I get woozy when I look for long periods on my monitor, and more so when I scroll up and down. I will try to visit you all, albeit slowly.