dead girl walking, reborn

i went back to that house,
one long weekend, years ago.
it was empty, remodeled, up for sale, vacant.

my children ran,
in the old backyard,
stomping the ground, awakening my childhood.

i had the urge to hush them,
as i pressed my nose to the window glass,
staring deep, searching the now empty rooms.

my eyes met my eyes,
on the far wall inside the house,
a mirror reporting back, "you are grown!"

returning to the car,
retrieving my camera,
i shot a whole roll of new life, same backyard.