To the Basement

Oh the things I have seen that pass

my mortar.

Oh the stories I could tell!

from laughter to tears throughout

my years,

for some they have been tough!

Many new beginnings have sprouted between my walls,

such dandelions they have been...

Oh the stories I could tell.

the growth intertwined with worries

that sat upon my floorboards

the drooping yellow thats’ stem has tilted with time.

Oh the stories I could tell...

the laughter, the tears,

I have seen it all.

Pain and pestilence, poured from flesh,

brought out by good intentions and great lies

...oh the things I have seen