The privacy of my own room A place to knock Before entering Until the rule shattered, I was free to do anything, and hide my marijuana. Hide from responsibility, until dad came into my room to see the truth. No entrance without knocking and no more secrets. Until that day there was a boy turned into a man in the instant a knock was not given on that day.
I suppose I was grown up at the time at 19, but Grandma was trying to maintain some sort of her own place at the time. there was a lot of tension in the house at the time.
A winter's view out of their window looking south, down the street. On a snow day's view, I could see cars, still buried in white~~~~ I am four. Between the dressers sits a cedar chest, where shorts, and tops wait for summer. To be worn again, but for how many more seasons?
Grown Up Places My parents’ bedroom was the one place in my childhood home I wasn’t welcome, at least when bad dreams seized me by the throat at 2 AM and sent me scurrying to the door. I’d sit shivering against the flimsy plywood, afraid to knock, thinking I heard footsteps creaking up the 19 stairs, stopping in the doorway to my room, where the poltergeists would toss my shoes around and knock things from the shelves until the sun came up. Sometimes, my mother heard me sniffling, and told me to come in. Then I’d curl up between my parents under the heavy blankets.
Trust
ReplyDeleteThe privacy
of my own
room
A place to
knock
Before entering
Until the rule
shattered, I was free
to do anything, and hide
my marijuana. Hide from
responsibility, until dad
came into my room to see
the truth. No entrance
without knocking and no
more secrets. Until that
day there was a boy
turned into a
man in the
instant
a knock
was not
given on
that day.
nice one Daryl
DeleteYeah that's strong!
Deleteour 5 bedroom house was full
ReplyDeletemy sister’s family filled
the upstairs
my brother
slept in the back porch
which had all our sisters furniture
the bottom 3 bedrooms were
occupied by Grandma
me, Mom & Dad
the main downstairs
bathroom was Grandma’s
so I crept into the Master bath
to take my morning shower
as I got up early to
start my day
I suppose I was grown up at the time at 19, but Grandma was trying to maintain some sort of her own place at the time. there was a lot of tension in the house at the time.
DeleteI think you capture that. I like the rigid divides between people and place.
DeleteI like the second bit "...at the time" just as much. Thanks for sharing.
DeleteNice sensitivity towards your elder.
DeleteA winter's view
ReplyDeleteout of their window
looking south, down the street.
On a snow day's view,
I could see cars, still buried in white~~~~
I am four.
Between the dressers sits a cedar chest, where shorts, and tops wait
for summer. To be worn again, but for how many more seasons?
Oh that last question bring so much melancholy.
ReplyDeleteThank you!
DeleteWow, thanks. At that age, My Mother sewed for me. Clothes came and went as I grew. She's a saint.
ReplyDelete“Grown up Places”
ReplyDeleteNothing was off limits, but
Some places were electric
With mystery and
Certain unknown purpose.
Dad’s things in the garage,
Mom’s things in her closet,
The basement pantry
Where we waited out the storm.
Yes
DeleteLove it!
DeleteYes, I see it
ReplyDeleteHere's a belated response to this prompt.
ReplyDeleteGrown Up Places
My parents’ bedroom was the one place
in my childhood home I wasn’t welcome,
at least when bad dreams seized me
by the throat at 2 AM and sent me scurrying
to the door. I’d sit shivering against the flimsy
plywood, afraid to knock, thinking I heard
footsteps creaking up the 19 stairs, stopping
in the doorway to my room, where the
poltergeists would toss my shoes around
and knock things from the shelves
until the sun came up. Sometimes,
my mother heard me sniffling, and told
me to come in. Then I’d curl up between
my parents under the heavy blankets.
Wow, intense, Robbi. Thanks for sharing.
ReplyDelete