
It was never just regular stairs
It was always skipping stairs or
can I jump down three of the stairs
four of the stairs
it was a test of speed
how long to sprint up those stairs
how long in the race down
it was the blind corner at the end of the hall
leading down into all the open space
and to this day
that staircase appears
starring in my dreams without warning,
childhood memories
painted across my mind
so many years later. – Caroline A. Slee