No Stairs

A single-story home was ours, but friends
had houses with half-staircases inside.
“Split-level” was the term I heard. Such trends
abounded then with fresh suburban pride.
(My view of homes, at 8, was modified).
When Mom complained she needed skates to care
for me, I thought it good we had no stair.

(Rhyme Royal)

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