Has the ceilings always been this low?

I ducked down, trying to avoid the door frames.

Every room in this old house

makes me feel suffocated.

Have the chairs always been this small?

I carefully sat

on the beautiful memory

we built together.

Have I always been able to see my toes

when I lay down late at night?

The blanket that used to once engulf me

can no longer suffice.

Has Dad always been so peaceful?

It’s almost been a year

since the once energetic man

became dormant forever.

Has Mom always looked like this?

I lost track of time

when the once most beautiful woman

became old and wrinkled.

Has my home always been this lively?

The roof that used to hold one,

is now occupied by two,

and soon to be three.