Enshrined

Million dollar houses, closed and shuttered.
Storm windows keeping all the cold inside.
Protection from the summer's heat.
It used to be so sweet, the coming home.
Now all the rooms look newly decorated,
a sterile shine aglow on hardwood floors.

It used to be the kids were running
in and out the doors, laughing at the
dust and dirt and more. The workaday
contained within a play that was alive
and full of glee.

Then mama had to go to work,
and no one ever played that way again.
Ah, but look - the houses live their fantasies,
pretending they are filled to overflowing,
with old time dreams of loving families...

? Michaelette ?

7/11/2002
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