It is after midnight,
and everyone is in bed.
My own children tucked up,
in the rooms I once “owned”.
If this house could speak,
what tales it would tell.
Above me is a crack on the ceiling,
which my mum says was caused by the visit of my Carlow cousins,
and the jumping off the bed game we enjoyed that day.
In this room I see a dark wood window sill,
and beautiful shelves holding pictures of the past.
The wood they were built with, is a story in itself.
Many years ago when my Dad was alive and kicking,
he traveled to Norway for work.
He was there to inspect trawlers which were being purpose built.
When he came home he was so excited,
as he told my mum he had sourced a beautiful wood,
for the shelves and window sill in our sitting room.
This was a different time,
and shops selling ready made were not too plentiful.
My mum was very excited,
at last some work would be done on that room.
Weeks later the doorbell rang.
The wood had arrived.
Picture the scene,
my mum expecting flat pack from Norway,
the reality was the wood came
in the form of three tree trunks!
They barely fitted in the driveway.
However it was no bother to my Dad,
who was a gifted carpenter.
The tree trunks were transported to the boat yard,
and the resultant wood transformed,
into beautiful woodwork
that has stood the test of time.
It is at times such as this,
that I become consumed by the past.
Despite a turbulent life,
my time in this house was a truly happy one.
I will be here a few more days,
and with every moment I will breathe in that past.
The kitchen where life really happened.
The sitting room where we fought over the television,
ate Sunday dinner together,
and partied regularly as a family.
And the room to which I will retire tonight.
My old bedroom.
Where I dreamed of the future I now live in.
Some day down the road,
my children will hopefully return to their own home.
Maybe with their partners and children.
I hope they too can look around and smile,
and remember the cracks in our ceiling,
and the days where they felt love for the first time.