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

02/12/2014