I am your living room

I am the carpeted floor that
Warmed your
Feet at
Five AM every
Christmas morn
Of your
Cherished childhood

I am the four walls that
Absorbed your
Familial voices when
Mother and
Father fought
Long and
Loud
Arguing till
Near divorce
Over finances and
Vacation

The sounds of
You and
Your sister through
Innocence and
Adolescence
Carelessness and
Forethought
Laughter and
Tears
Heartbreak and
Love

When you vocalized your
Contemplation of God and
Death
Thinking that
You were
All alone

I listened

I am the fireplace that
Warmed your
Canine’s fur
And your
Feline’s purr
And your
Shivering skin in
The depths of
Fall and
Sin

I am the vaulted ceiling that
Allowed you to
Romanticize the rain and
Write of life’s pain

After each funeral the
Family from
Across nation would
Slowly saunter
Grief ridden
Into my
Understood borders to
Eat store bought croissants and
Drink bottles of
Red wine and
Pots of
Strong coffee

I listened for
I am your family’s womb and tomb
I listened for
I am your living room…