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Scrapes on the floor from those that have passed here before

Memories of the past engraved as marks that will last

Some shallow some deep each a remembrance does keep

A gouge, heel skid black, peeling varnish, aging crack

Scuffs from an open door, new bride's footprint on varnished floor

One from haste a Christmas meal to taste

A black scar of a child's toy car

Scratch from broken glass left after anger's impasse

Glazed glare the trail of a rocking chair

Hieroglyphics, letters read, stains of wounds that blead 

Reviews

[Curly Grace]

The way you catalogue each scrape and scar turns the room into a living archive, a place where memory is held not in words but in wood. There’s something tender in how you read these traces, how even the wounds become part of the story. I enjoyed this, Soren. Hope you're having a lovely day.

[Soren]

Thank you so much Curley for your review and not only understanding but insightful feel for this poem. It is deeply appreciated

[WanderingWriter]

Beautifully written, loved the imagery here, keep up the great work!

[Soren]

Thank you so much for your review and most kind words of encouragement they are most appreciated

[Thomas W Case]

Brilliant work. Powerful

[Soren]

Thank you Thomas for your kind support and gracious words of encouragement