At 7 am every Saturday morning,
There’s a sound that fills the tiny
House on 2009 West Briar Circle.
The woman who lives in this house
Makes eggs for breakfast. The man
Who lives in this house, sits on his
Favorite corner of the worn, leather
Sofa, moving his fingers ever so
Swiftly, and singing his song, that
Reaches the heavens. A while back,
There was a girl who came to visit
The tiny house on 2009 West Briar
Circle. She would start her Saturdays
By pressing her pillow firmly against
The side of her ear. She’s older now.
She misses the tiny house, and the
Woman who makes breakfast, and
The man sitting on the sofa, and
The way his fingers Gently glided
Across the fading key
ABOUT THE AUTHOR:
Maya Barrera is a daughter, student, artist, matcha enthusiast, and shoe junkie. Her first time taking a poetry class has been this year, where she has learned to make her words come alive. Recently, a poem of hers was selected as a winner of the Riverview Art Space youth category of the BeatBurg Poetry Competition. She looks forward to continuing her passion for poetry in later years.