- House 45 -

Waking up beside my hubby
on mattresses on the floor
reminds me that I am back in 45.
House of the Tans.

The smell of dew,
the greenery,
wakes my senses
before I even have my first smoke.

This house is big,
and I hate it.
Especially when
I'm the only one here.

But I love the occupants.
Namely my hubby,
his mother,
and his father.

This is MY family too.
MY house,
MY little space
to run around and be free.