White lead paint sloughed away,
exfoliated by wind and rain.
Bright cheeks weathered gray,
recalling laughter of yesterday.
termites’ burrows where love was made.
loosened, unraveled, tossed out, replaced.
crushed by pink and puppies and lace.
a landmark for lips which silently prayed.
Every single thing has changed.
All, save love, which clings to our frame.