Our House

"I will build our house a little too small"

By Ella Bowler

I will build our house a little too small, so no secrets or silence can fit inside.

We’ll know where the carpet ripples, which light flickers; hide and seek will bore, but mended hearts won’t mind.

I will build the walls so thick, that screams won’t leak and dreams stay protected.

We'll make our beds each day; we won’t slack. Pull sheets tight, open curtains, stitch the bedding when it tears; it’ll be different this time.

I will lace your room with immortal flowers and unscratched photographs

and above your bed I’ll hang a window

it will only let warm light in,

it will only let warm light in