Nostalgia for a House in Turda, Romania

I rest my cheek on the peeling wall
and my hands on the curtains my grandmother embroidered.
This is where I spent my first eleven summers
and left pieces of me scattered:
ten black markings on the wall where I grew,
crayon marks on furniture, tricyle scratches in the wood floor.
I am part of the house my grandfather built.
I smell her sarmale, his wine fermenting in barrels in the basement.
The pitch of their voices resonates within me.
I hear myself apologize for leaving them and listen
to silence. Church bells churn in the distance.
I imagine a suspended metronome measuring the way
time is unforgiving.

Time is unforgiving.
I imagine a suspended metronome measuring the
silence.  Church bells churn in the distance.
I hear myself apologize for leaving them and feel
the pitch of their cries as it resonates within me.
I smell her sarmale, his wine fermenting in barrels in the basement.
I am part of the house my grandfather built.
Crayon marks on furniture, tricycle scratches in the wood floor.
Ten pen markings on the wall where I grew.
I’ve left pieces of me scattered everywhere.
This is where I spent my first eleven summers,
watched my grandmother embroider her curtains.
I rest my cheek on the peeling wall.

***

Gabriela Suarez lives in Miami. She is a graduate student at Florida International University’s MFA program with a concentration in fiction. She’s currently working on a suspense novel set in her native country of Romania.

Comments

  1. ELIZABETH PETKU says:

    GABRIELA, YOU MAKE ME CRY. I’M SO. SO, PROUD OF YOU.
    I LOVE YOU SO MUCH,
    YOUR MOTHER

  2. Diana gotca says:

    Beautiful…

    • Ioana olt says:

      Hello Gaby
      So happy to have a present for my BIRTHDAY …from you.
      Thank you.
      I like to congratulated you and go back to the special country like Romania..
      YES … TIME IS UNFORGIVING .
      All my love
      Ioana

  3. Beautiful indeed, it seams to be written from the heart. Congratulations!

  4. Way to go sis! You have a way with words and you are able to draw others with you into your past just as you remember it. Those were the best of times; a childhood filled with the love of our grandparents. Love you always sis. xoxo Simona

  5. Lacramioara Naltabar says:

    Felicitari! Am ramas impresionata de sensibilitatea ta si felul in care iti amintesti de bunicii tai!

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