The scent of yesterdays

Hey mason!

When you renovate my house,

make sure you leave intact

the imprints of tiny little feet

running in these corridors

Hey painter!

When you paint these walls,

make sure you don't rub out

the doodling stains

scrawled by tiny hands.

Hey carpenter!

When you mold the wood

and carve me doors and windows,

make sure you seal inside

the ringing unripened laughters.

For when I walk pass these,

these corridors,

these doors and windows,

these caricatures,

I can inhale the scents of

yesterdays

of my children

(now working in the valleys yonder),

and their childhood,

fresh and incorrupted.

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