Grandma's House, in Winter

Come, up the railing
past the bird houses long since empty.
Through the front door
greeted softly
by the Christmas tree from 3 years back.
Next to it, along the wall
a beat up piano
found for cheap at a garage sale.

Through the dining room
crystal glasses, gold candelabras
family photos stacked on shelves
rom coms play dully on tv
candies placed in glass dishes.

Take a left, to the room
romance novels
dog-eared pages
feather comforter
obituary print outs
gold plated jewelry stacked around
lives once lived.

A long fur coat hangs in the hall closet
filled with shoes and throws.
Pastel perfume bottles line pink walls
every shade of nail polish found
in the bathroom drawer.

Come now, to the warm kitchen
where supper simmers on the stove.
Fresh bread from Bernie
beers in the fridge
warm meal welcomes passerbys.