Hardwood Floor

How long have I served
as your hardwood floor?
You pace on my back
with your feelings, unsure.
How long will I last?
When will the boards break?
From the abuse you perfect
with each step you take.

Maybe time will tell
if these squeaky boards will last
but from the view of the floor,
it’s hard to forget the past.

© Autumn Siders 2017
Hardwood Floor


A short nap,
five hours gone by
and I awake to noise
and slowly I try
to see just what,
what’s happening here
as I approach with caution
these boxes I fear.

What is this clutter
affixed to my floor?
Why are you packing?
I want answers, I implore.
Have you gone mad
or is this a dream?
Just don’t pack my things
as part of your scheme.

Now, if you’ll keep it down,
I will get back to sleep
so no more commotion,
I don’t want to hear a peep!

© Autumn and Emilita Siders 2017