My Mother’s House

When I enter the house
listed For Sale.
I search for reminders
when I was a child.

My named carved in
the closet on the back wall
the small niche
with a secret treasure -
the note to David
never delivered…
blue paint underneath
a third layer,
the color of my bedroom
when I was ten,
a broken handle on
the bathroom window.

Rooms filled
with memories
like shattered glass
embedded in my skin.