Keeping House


 

Heart pounding, I peer at the basement pipes–
a muffled rush of water has startled the silence.

What uninvited stranger has entered from the street
and peed in my house?
Or, have I forgotten I have a family up there
busy scrubbing muddy boots in the tub
drawing a bath for a baby
blotting blood from palms and pants?

But the dog naps knowing
no one is there–
It is just the dishwashing machine
cleaning that same plate,
sending the ghosts of children and men
running through the walls.


 – Teresa Kiplinger

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9 comments


  • Tierney Zan

    I love the sad beauty of your poem.


  • Deb Durant

    ACHE.. beauty & other things


  • Debs

    All my dwellings sweetly live on, whispering of times gone by, bookmarking the spirit of my youth and the passage of time.
    so spirit reminiscent


  • Aims

    OMG! No words to describe how this hits me – simply a GASP!


  • Rose

    Your messages reach such a deepness in my soul. It amazes me how you capture those in your art. You’re amazing


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