51, Jelliman Ave
Look – there’s the veranda
where we sat, with our cats and our dogs,
surrounding the lounge
where we had all our parties.
Here is the dining room
ants ate the sugar.
Here is the kitchen
spaghetti trials on the ceiling.
Look down the long hall
with its’ polished wood floor,
ideal for skating and cutting out curtains.
Into the bedrooms, cluttered with playthings
books we all read before singing to sleep.
It’s still there, in your mind, I can see.