Daddy’s House

Daddy’s House!

Daddy’s house 

What a mess

 filled with lonely clutter 

No sign of others. 

Coke cans by the dozen 

tossed by the oven.

 A mouth full of popcorn

 eyes peeled on the television. 

Grease covered countertops

dripping on the floor 

an unknown oder 

seeping through the cracks of the front door. 

Dirty clothes on his sheetless bed 

his mattress covered in unknown marks

Late at night he could be heard

Talking to the voices in the dark. 

Quarters upon quarters 

stacked in perfect order 

telling a story that brings 

him peace and comfort. 

Bills and mail thrown all around. 

Dozens of  notebooks

 filled with numbers 

his brain forces him to write down. 

AND YET

The memory and the joy

 of hanging out 

in daddy’s house

 brings a smile 

no mess will ever take away. 

Slowly daddy begins to fade

As he sits in his new home

Clean sheets on his bed

no Odor around

Pictures on his walls

his friends around the corner are found. 

He’s moment by moment fading away 

The time will come when he forgets my face

But I won’t forget 

the walks

 the movies

 the games. 

I won’t forget 

The memories shared 

Long ago 

In daddy’s house.