All Things
I hold a lot of things.
All your possessions,
I keep them safe.
I hold joyous occasions;
holidays, birthdays, football Saturdays,
I’ve seen them all.
I hold your friends,
your family;
the ones you love most.
I hold memories;
The cornerstone to my foundation.
Lift them up through my walls,
radiating in every direction.
A constant flow,
keeping you warm
when you feel most alone.
I hold all things.
Most things you could pack away,
stuff and squish into a suitcase.
But not these walls.
Not these floors
you have scrubbed and scrubbed.
A time capsule
holding the contents of your life.
Waiting to be revealed
on moving day.
Then exploding.
My ashes floating through the breeze,
travelling with you.
Wherever you may go.
I am a house.
I am your home.
-Megan Johnson
