The Windows of My Soul: Try Riding a House (#236)

Try Riding a House (#236)
© Brenda
January 28, 1985 11:25 pm

Even though it’s not my first memory
Blazing in my mind
The bright fourth summer of my life.

The home was big, two-story
White, shining in the sun
Pretty house, a challenge.

Stairway winding up outside
Railed porch at the top
The sloping rooftop beckoned me.

Nearly four, unafraid
Standing on the rail
Small fingers grasped the roof.

Up and over warm blue tiles
Till straddling the peak
I was riding a house.

Surveying my domain, I noticed
A gathering of faces, My poor mother.
It was glorious! It was fun! I loved it!

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