The Things These Walls Have Seen
How many things have these walls seen?
They have watched me cry in my crib
When I was too small to even wonder
They watched me take my first step –
They have seen friends come and go
But they haven’t seen what’s beyond the roof
They have never seen the stars
But they heard a song about them
for many years of my life
They cradled my family as we sat near the fireplace
They saw the dance parties – fights, and the blanket of love
Like the snow from the frosty windows in the winter
They felt our tiny hands press the cold glass windows
Making shapes and pictures from the frost
But those pictures were gone in not less than a day
It seems one day before the last
We were chasing the cat
Or swinging a bat in the front yard next to the pines
They heard the tears and little children squeal with delight
They kept us warm and safe at night
And knew that I always liked to keep a night-light
They saw my many plots and schemes
In my wondrous childhood world
The toys given much love – the ones with the lost shoes
I wonder if they know where those shoes are now?
Tucked away in a corner
Or long gone in a dumpster from years ago
The plastic shoes that will remain in those crevices
Long after I’m dead
The ones a child touched with extra special care
I wonder if they saw through the windows
The daring adventures in the woods
Or maybe the expeditions made in the bush high snow
Did they see my mother take her gentle hands
And bundle us up so tight in our winter gear
Did they feel the warmth she sprinkled into the hot chocolate she made with her little love hands?
Could they hear my silent thoughts and worries in the middle of the night?
My dreams – ambitions – worries and frights
Did they hear my dad and I cheer as we watched the Bruins game?
Yes, I have always been daddy’s girl –
Some things stay the same
Did they see me and my family –
Decorate the walls of my room, with each passing interest and theme
First it was green, purple then green again
Do they remember the pencil sketches my mother and I made of fairies on my bedside wall? How I wished mine could be nearly as good as hers
Those pencil sketches that were meant to be painted, but never were
Did they see me grow up? Did they ever observe my personality?
Feeling or quirks?
The crazy girl with the unbrushed hair,
Who was funny and smart
To the insecure — sad — lonely girl
To the smart, funny, kind girl, who I am today
Did they hear me singing in the closet, and creating my own world?
Did they hear the piano as my brother played?
Did they see all the hugs? What about those good night kisses?
Through the windows did they see me climbing trees, catching leaves
And making wishes on the dandelion puffs
Did they ever smell all those home-cooked meals?
How I wish they could taste the food made with so much love
And as the boxes are packed
And the pictures frames are take down,
Those frozen smiles that will long last
My whole life packed away in a moving van
How many years, so many years, in cardboard boxes now
And as I stand in the driveway for the last time I wonder,
like I did all those nights since I was small
Can those walls see the invisible trail that Love has left?
All over the yard and my home
Olivia Lipson ’25, Creative Writing Editor
25olipson@montroseschool.org