No Stairs

I live in a house with no stairs.

Eighteen hundred thirty two square feet

three bedrooms, two baths two car garage.

A lanai.


Houses with stairs are for the young.

People who live in houses with stairs

go to work everyday

have kids and a dog.


Coming downstairs in the morning

is the beginning of a commute.

Kids go upstairs to their rooms

before slamming the door.


Men walk upstairs behind their wives

admiring the turn of her hip

knowing he will soon be taking off

her night gown.


I am alone in my house with no stairs.

Me and my cat.

Cats are less trouble.

You don’t have to walk them. 


I don’t need stairs anymore.

The kids are gone off living their own lives.

There is no woman to follow

upstairs at night.


When I get up in the morning

there is no place I have to be.

There is laundry day.

Food shopping day.

Vacuum the house with no stairs day.

Doctor’s appointment day.

And I can always do it tomorrow.


I can spend stormy days

in my robe if I like.

No one is coming

to the door.


I live in half the house.

The back half.

Near the television and the  microwave.

Near the lanai where I have my espresso

and  a Macanudo. 


I dust the other half of the house

while spending my day

writing poetry.

Who has it better?


And I think about what went before

All the choices, great and poor

and how I never thought I’d miss

the slamming of that old screen door. 

About toritto

I was born during year four of the reign of Emperor Tiberius Claudius on the outskirts of the empire in Brooklyn. I married my high school sweetheart, the girl I took to the prom and we were together for forty years until her passing in 2004. We had four kids together and buried two together. I had a successful career in Corporate America (never got rich but made a living) and traveled the world. I am currently retired in the Tampa Bay metro area and live alone. One of my daughters is close by and one within a morning’s drive. They call their pops everyday. I try to write poetry (not very well), and about family. Occasionally I will try a historical piece relating to politics. :-)
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2 Responses to No Stairs

  1. Yes! Painting the new one story townhouse…Not because it needs it, but painting in the colors of home.

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    • toritto says:

      Hi JoHanna! Wrote this a long time ago. Not sure what I think about it now. I was still in depression from loss. Life is much better now. Nothing lasts forever; neither joy nor pain. Regards.

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