The basement stairs scream in pain under tiny bare feet.
Hands slam the wall as a greeting.
All you hear is,
thud as feet land on wooden planks.
Two extra children
joined my twin and myself,
lavender from their mother lingered off freshly pressed clothes,
We watch our cousins
like foreigners lost in another country.
The closet door cracks like thunder rolling through the night.
My hands tingle
rope pressed deep into the skin,
a container of half a century toys
perfect for newcomers.
for Mabel and I,