The House of Beginnings

She was a friendly girl, says the many pictures in Her tattered album; a trustworthy one too, says The secret notes hidden in a tiny box beneath her Bed; and she was fashionable says all of the fancy Blouses and different jeans stuffed into her little Closet; but not a girl to be unfit, says the softball Glove and cleats in the corner of the garage. A very religious mother helped raise this girl, says The many notes written in her bedside Bible; and She had a strict dad, says all of the entries of her Beloved in the diary under her pillow. She had a cozy house, says all the scented candles Lit in the dim living room and mood set by soft Music playing on the stereo by the kitchen table. Life for her was jubilant, says the overused buttons On the telephone by her bed; but sorrow swept the Innocent girl’s heart during her mother’s occasional Times of sickness and hurt, says the doctors notes And prescriptions laying on the cabinet table. And as of her life right now? It’s a book still being Written, says the for sale sign in the front yard. High hopes are along the way, they say.