My house is not grandiose
It’s not your traditional picket fence
A green lawn with garden gnomes
No, it is apartment like, but it’s home
My house is small but not cramped
Cozy one might say
Warm in the winter and cool in the summers
My room is my favorite part of the house
Because in the July afternoons
it glows a brilliant yellow
As if the sun had stopped to rest
In the middle of the place
My house is not quiet.
Whether it’s the pitter patter of my dogs feet
Or laughter as my family enjoys a meal
Our voices mingle with one another
As we celebrate the small joys of our day
My house is a boat
As I lie in bed, I can feel it rocking me to sleep
The foundation creaks and groans
From the wind whipping at the windows
That I view as sails. As I think of these
Things, I slowly drift into slumber
There is a fruit bowl
In the middle of my counter
That always has something in it
Once there was a block of cheese
That my mother thought was lost
I like that fruit bowl
It always has something in it
Just like our hearts
We have a dog
It’s not my house without
My dog
I wish I was my dog
He is always happy to see us
I wish I was always be happy
Emotions are weird
But if I didn’t have Sad
Then I would have never met
Happy
I have a bed made of clouds
These clouds match my mood
When I am tired the bed sinks with me
When I cry my gray sheets turn darker
To hide the tears
That I want no one to see
My house has a nice facade
I think I have a pretty convincing one too
My mask is a smile
The smile I usually wear is genuine
But there are times
When there is a raging storm
Swirling and clawing in the dark
Behind the white puffy clouds.
My house has all wood flooring
Except in my room
It is the fluffiest carpet in the world
But carpets can stain
Carpets can be vulnerable
I too have parts of me that
Are made of carpet
But they’re protected by wood
Maybe to much wood
My house is not grandiose
It is not big nor is it quiet
My house is not a lot of things
In fact, it’s not even a house
But it’s something that is made of love
It is my home
My house
My house is not grandiose
It’s not your traditional picket fence
A green lawn with garden gnomes
No, it is apartment like, but it’s home
My house is small but not cramped
Cozy one might say
Warm in the winter and cool in the summers
My room is my favorite part of the house
Because in the July afternoons
it glows a brilliant yellow
As if the sun had stopped to rest
In the middle of the place
My house is not quiet.
Whether it’s the pitter patter of my dogs feet
Or laughter as my family enjoys a meal
Our voices mingle with one another
As we celebrate the small joys of our day
My house is a boat
As I lie in bed, I can feel it rocking me to sleep
The foundation creaks and groans
From the wind whipping at the windows
That I view as sails. As I think of these
Things, I slowly drift into slumber
There is a fruit bowl
In the middle of my counter
That always has something in it
Once there was a block of cheese
That my mother thought was lost
I like that fruit bowl
It always has something in it
Just like our hearts
We have a dog
It’s not my house without
My dog
I wish I was my dog
He is always happy to see us
I wish I was always be happy
Emotions are weird
But if I didn’t have Sad
Then I would have never met
Happy
I have a bed made of clouds
These clouds match my mood
When I am tired the bed sinks with me
When I cry my gray sheets turn darker
To hide the tears
That I want no one to see
My house has a nice facade
I think I have a pretty convincing one too
My mask is a smile
The smile I usually wear is genuine
But there are times
When there is a raging storm
Swirling and clawing in the dark
Behind the white puffy clouds.
My house has all wood flooring
Except in my room
It is the fluffiest carpet in the world
But carpets can stain
Carpets can be vulnerable
I too have parts of me that
Are made of carpet
But they’re protected by wood
Maybe to much wood
My house is not grandiose
It is not big nor is it quiet
My house is not a lot of things
In fact, it’s not even a house
But it’s something that is made of love
It is my home
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