beige from walls to picket fence; cheap and slightly dog-eared but the second-hand sofa is soft and the kitchen smells like cinnamon and the laughter is my child's and the shoes in the closet are mine and a wealthier home never was built.
11/19/2006
Strong and independant. The choice of details and spice especially cinnamon... make this poem memorable! It gives the feeling of unspoken depth.