Don't. Mine.

These are my walls. Let me remember
What colour they were when I was four.
I can recall the bathroom in yellow and blue, purple
(Which is apparent still under silky white)
And maybe pink
Or was that my room? I know it was also these colours. Then there was
The Care Bears. I loved them so much
For a month or so. They were drawn by hand
Painstakingly painted in a thousand colours.
Their eyes were terrifying.
And it has taken me seventeen years to notice the way the bathroom wall is.
It juts out above the door. I can't remember why.
The living room has always been whites. Blue-white and cream-white
Are still fucking white.
There was the red bit. It was supposed to be raspberry
But it was crimson. Red. Didn't look good, nor bad.
But it always returns to whites.
And once in that place there was a fire, I guess a long time before we were there.
But I do recall an electric fire. We used to sit by it (but not too close!)
And sip cocoa. I dipped cheese on toast into mine.
I still like the way it tasted.