Sale

I am eleven
Home alone,
We are moving
To Texas selling
Our house and a
Young couple ring
The doorbell wanting
To view our for sale house
So I take them room to room
From the basement to the attic
Telling them all the stories of
Growing up in each room
Plus any good stories of
My sibs in each room
Relating the joy the
House brought us.
Many years later
I hear they had
Bought the old
House based
On my own
Stories but
No one
Told
Me at
The time.
As seventeen
I am selling my
Mother’s paintings
At the Arneson River
Walk theatre in San Antonio
Sitting in the sunshine showing
Her artworks to passersby
Making a few sales too
Thrilled by making
Sales to notice
Time slipping
By as I sit in
The open
Air green
Grass
Sunshine
Knowing my
Sales will mean
Dinner out with
My mom who
Is always
Good
Company
Good conversation
And when she asks me
If I think her artwork
Is good quality I get
To look off into the
Air as I munch
Chips & salsa
Replying to
Her, good
Enough.