my cup of tea
sits alone on the table,
a realm of quiet descends
i listen to time telling stories
that string up on my heart
like my red curtains
that stand with a shade of confidence.

i want to learn this house by heart
like i am to know my school textbooks
i want this house to be my memory
when everything else fails

and when everything fails
i'll remember the house
where i grew up in,
the house where my mother
spent her years
raising two girls
thinking of them before herself,
the house that i came home to
everyday whenever i failed at life

the house where i grew up in

my arc of happiness

so when, one day later in the future
when i'm in another part of the world

and i screw up
i'll let thoughts sift through this house
and find my strength again.