The Lavender Room
Last night I had a dream;
That took me back in time;
I was standing in my bedroom;
Painted in bright lavender;
It was bathed with the sun;
Pouring in from open windows;
On a warm summer day;
I could feel the cool linoleum;
Underneath my naked feet;
And the smell of my mother's cooking;
Coming from the kitchen below;
And I sang along to the records;
Spinning on my old turntable;
Dreaming young girl dreams;
From the back window I can see;
My stepfather is out in the yard;
Tending to the bird feeders;
He and I hung out there;
I can hear the voices of my family;
Getting ready for an outdoor party;
Then suddenly, I smell the smoke;
And can hear the crackling fire;
I can see the flames now;
They are ravenously hungry;
Consuming everything in sight;
The lavender room melts into oblivion;
As the walls came crashing down;
Reduced to a pile of smoldering rubble;
And I stare in utter disbelief;
But I am safe in my bed;
And I cry out in sadness;
No, this cannot be happening;
Only dreams and memories remain;
My childhood home is gone forever;
Yet for as long as there is a breath in me;
I will never forget.
That took me back in time;
I was standing in my bedroom;
Painted in bright lavender;
It was bathed with the sun;
Pouring in from open windows;
On a warm summer day;
I could feel the cool linoleum;
Underneath my naked feet;
And the smell of my mother's cooking;
Coming from the kitchen below;
And I sang along to the records;
Spinning on my old turntable;
Dreaming young girl dreams;
From the back window I can see;
My stepfather is out in the yard;
Tending to the bird feeders;
He and I hung out there;
I can hear the voices of my family;
Getting ready for an outdoor party;
Then suddenly, I smell the smoke;
And can hear the crackling fire;
I can see the flames now;
They are ravenously hungry;
Consuming everything in sight;
The lavender room melts into oblivion;
As the walls came crashing down;
Reduced to a pile of smoldering rubble;
And I stare in utter disbelief;
But I am safe in my bed;
And I cry out in sadness;
No, this cannot be happening;
Only dreams and memories remain;
My childhood home is gone forever;
Yet for as long as there is a breath in me;
I will never forget.
NOTE TO READERS- This poem is about a dream that I had last night. It started out nice, but it got scary toward the end. Last week I found out that my parent's home burned to the ground on October 9, 2008. The fire also damaged the house next door. Thank God that the house was vacant, and no one was hurt. Authorities are calling the fire, "suspicious."
Published by Lisa R. Strong
I was born and raised in Binghamton NY. I have been writing short stories since I was eight years old, and poetry since I was a teenager. I also write prayers, meditations, and opinion articles. My dre... View profile
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16 Comments
Post a CommentI left home at the age of 17 and moved to Denver shortly after. My parents sold the house and moved to Florida for my Dads health. Our house, that my Dad and Uncles built by hand, was demolished and plowed under by the farmer who purchased it. I was devastated when I went back on vacation and drove past to see the last of it being hammered into the ground by the farmer. It is hard to lose the home you grew up in. Very moving poem
Amazing dream and incident about your parent's home. Glad all survived, unhurt.
Terribly sorry about the fire.
Wow. Like a prophetic dream. This is a very good poem. Great imagery. I like it.
I was spellbound by your poem!
I'm so sorry the house burned down Lisa, thats horrible. Glad noone was in it tho. I like this poem even tho it has a sad ending. Nice picture too. :)
Very well written poem. Sorry to hear about your parents house. Glad no one got hurt in either homes.
How eerie, I think it an incredible treasure considering the circumstances, I'm glad no one was hurt :) Sheri
This is such an excellent piece, Lisa. Very hard-hitting and poignant.
im so sorry about what happened....my dreams keep my memories alive..hopefully some will fade in time ..at least a little