What lies beneath this stone,
Under the concrete?
The rocking of this stone,
Creates a hollow sound emerging from beneath the basement floor.
The other stones within a few feet from it, do not.
Is there a space under there?
Does it connect to a tunnel underground?
What lies beneath the dollhouse,
deep within the soil?
Old coins, jewelry and trinkets, perhaps?
A time capsule of sorts,
of lives forgotten.
What lies beneath the dollhouse,
a bricked up doorway to nowhere in the basement?
Where do you lead?
Broken promises or dreams nurtured to fruition?
Love letters soaked with tears?
Time has stopped on the gold pocket watch.
What lies beneath the dollhouse?
The layers of history are as deep as the roots of the two large trees in the front yard.
Buried all around the dollhouse, deep in the soil, remains the unspoken truths of the dollhouse ancestors. Their memories waiting to be unearthed.
Emily loved to hide her possessions in the floor boards in the attic. The Cannons had secret cubbies in the walls. Someone hid belongings under the steps, while another chose under their bedroom floor boards.
Life is an adventure at the dollhouse.
Traces of a different floorplan layout can be found throughout the upstairs rooms.
Precious relics waiting to be found,
tucked away in a never ending game of hide and seek.
It is tricky.
Too untangle the visions of what the dollhouse looked like when the McPherson, or Steet, or Cannon Family lived here. Many stories are told by the community of treasures hidden.
Will treasure in the attic be found?
Which step holds the gold?
Which floor board protects the jewels?
We may never know.
As I will not disturb.
But given the clues and the skeleton keys
With permission of the dollhouse ancestors,
I will unearth what lies beneath.
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