House of blue a dream 12/ 012013

I painted my mother's house blue,

others helped, some escaped and hid away

into another room.

my friends were there,

those who knew,
those who lived on this earth once, too

but flew

It was a shanty, her house,

with broken rafters, and a ceiling

you could see through,

there were treasures there,

hidden,

away in places she had not forgotten,

to remove from old boxes.

I found one, a gift from her father,

rediscovered, it was new.

we placed it on a shelf, from where she flew

away from her house of blue.

ldn.