HER COCA COLA HOME
She searched for many months
to find the perfect place.
Then surprisingly it appeared,
with the right amount of space.
She worked until the early hours
designing the house her way.
Mauve and blue for the living room,
Coca Cola decor, I heard her say.
She got right to it as quickly as she could.
Stencil and paint, it really looked good.
An ivy design on the washer and dryer,
now coming together to her own desire.
Coca Cola curtains became my responsibility,
bathroom, kitchen, dining and even the utility.
We searched for Coca Cola items everywhere,
driving out of town and going here and there.
She loved seasonal crafts and especially Fall.
Pumpkins, witches, scarecrows, she loved them all.
Even though she dreaded cold winter weather,
her porch displayed snowmen, standing together
We had moved her in the Autumn of 2002
and I felt she would now be safe all the nights through.
On my way to work I would drive by in the morning,
but a tragedy was in the making, we had no warning?
Her final touches brought her home to life,
but within a year and a half, it would take her life.
I had a strange feeling and maybe somehow knew
that everything was really all too good to be true.
I don't go near her home, that direction South of town,
for fear of catching a glimpse of what used to be.
Those raw memories would again bring me down,
her Coca Cola bathroom, that last time I was there
and held her, just my daughter and me.
October 2008
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BACKGROUND DESIGN AND MUSIC