I was only ten years old,

It was pale yellow siding,

Red whitewashed brick in the front of the house.

My room was on the very left,

I came home to Winston on my bed,

My sisters turned on that 70s show while doing homework,

And we’d wait for mom and dad to get home.

It was almost dinner time, my dad grilling, my mom setting the table

We were all together, we were family.

But now there’s the for sale sign in the front yard

I spend one weekend with my mom

And the other with my dad.

It’s split birthday parties,

Christmas without Mom or without Dad.

It’s missing the yellow siding,

The red whitewashed brick and homework with my sisters.

Life was together, but now it’s better in memory.