Don’t Scribble on the Walls

The walls sagged.

They were so...

Full.

Full of memories.

Everything they

Saw

And

Heard,

They absorbed.

Firsts,

Lasts,

Laughter,

Secrets.

But

It was

Only

Children

Who could

See these

Memories.

Children

Who

Traced

The walls'

Thoughts with

Crayons

And

Couldn't understand

Why their

Parents

Couldn't see

The memories

Displayed in the

Plaster.

Some even found

Friends in the

Memories.

They were called

Imaginary,

But were they really?

Dimpled fingers

Followed the

Swirls of

The past

As they throbbed

Within

The walls

And marveled in

The beauty.

But not all

Memories

Are beautiful

And even the

Mighty

Walls

Couldn't always

Protect

The children

From the

Darkness that

They were forced

To bear.

Sometimes,

The children

Were accosted

By shadows

That

Caused

Nightmares,

And

The walls

Looked away

In shame

And distress

And

Cried.