Stefanie Fontker - Home

Am I to sit here,
Upon this chair of yours?
Behind mountains
Of framed pictures
From your distant youth.
This is not mine,
None of it has my name.
Your kindness is bulging,
Behind your cracked smile.
But please try to remember,
Your home could never
Be my own.

Stefanie Fontker

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