I walked past the front door
With its glass sparkling, like snow flakes falling outside
I saw my sister’s old shoes,
Scuffed from when we would play outside
The shoe laces were in a tangle because my dog had chewed on them
She had been wearing those shoes for too many years
The black and white faded into colors I can’t make out

In the kitchen
I spotted dirty dishes
Big and small
Each size for a different child
Every platter with its own mess
It was there from the night before

My dog buttons was lying next to the kitchen
Him with his spots, his mushroom shaped nose, and his fluffy fur that grew out
He thought he was a guard dog but he was just a little shitz-tsu

Now standing on the second floor
It was winter on the mountain
I looked down to see the beauty outside
Thick sheets of snow covered the sledding tracks
And the snow angels we were busy making the day before
Our small little footprints were lost in the winter night
White trees surrounded houses
The drive way was so filled with snow
Those troubles always happened on the mountain
In every winter that lay out

Down the grand stair case
Tiny hand prints stayed on the wall beside it
When we used to run up the stairs to play
The dirty signatures of us brothers and sisters

I spotted my favorite painting
The one with the ocean in it,
Waves that flowed every so evenly,
And clouds that looked as soft as pillows
A small name stood alone in the corner
Belonging to my dear old grandmother
She painted it with her own hands

Today I remembered that winter morning
For now everything is gone,
Our house sits in darkness,
Silent for all who come
Our dog with another family
But as I walk through my house this one last time
I know it all my memories will soon fade
And I will one day call this
yesterday.