dinsdag 2 december 2014

My home

My house has many rooms
in which I lose my way sometimes

I have one with windows, very big
but also another with thousand
little edges

one to store and keep old things
or one in which I throw everything
that deserves to be forgotten

for them who want to gawk
at all my childhood memories,
they have to dig a little deeper
because I put them in my cellar
to ripen like wine in oaken barrels

maybe later I can bring them upstairs again,
to amuse my kin and all their children

for making love
no room is too small

finally I have this one
in which nobody but me may come
it’s a little room
where I go to shed my tears.

© Rudi J.P. Lejaeghere


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