Ode to the Cabin

I wrote this in August, but just posted it now.

"Last Wednesday I was at the cabin, moving the woodpile by myself. As I looked at the empty cabin, I suddenly got an idea for a poem. Just as I felt I should write it down, a rain shower started, so I went to the other cabin and wrote. As I finished fifteen minutes later, so did the rain. Here is my poem. (I've also attached it, but I wasn't sure if everyone had Word 2007.) I hope it brings back some memories for you.
Love,
Mom

Ode to the Cabin
Hales Holiday House

Wedgewood blue with white trim
Once you stood friendly, welcoming
Today
Deckless, windowless, doorless
A vacant, empty ruin

We will miss
Your slate sunroom
Bright and cheerful
A respite of quiet—
Dinners on the deck
Crowded with family
Avoiding sappy seats
From the post-hold pine—
Brown gingham curtains
Bedecking windows
coordinated with
worn brown and white commercial carpet—
Pocket door bathroom
Sink pipe breaking for Melanie’s birthday party
Temperamental toilet
Seldom-used shower---
Head-to-head beds
Built-in drawers
A model of efficiency
but lacking intimacy---
Accordion doorways
Providing privacy
But not soundproof—
Cabanas
dark, moist receptacles
Of summer toys
And a thirsty pump---
The sunlit studio,
Never finished,
Never used,
Harboring a phantom leak
Destroying roof, eaves, walls
Ushering your demise.

Tomorrow
A new day dawns on Dad’s dream
Rising soon
to welcome a new generation"