Offering

These walls know,

the way the light changes.

The way the rooms are painted.

The candles are lit, start the fire.

The blessings are made, the bath is drawn,

blankets are offered, pour the wine.

This house is a shrine.

See the old pictures, see the books on the shelf,

Notice the art in each corner.

These walls crave solitude, though no one is alone.

Look how the ghosts take a seat at her table.