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Home
Their voices catch my ears
“Who lives in the house by the sea?”
I stroll by it one day, glancing up quickly
Beautiful pillars, spiraling up
A warm yellow door, welcoming all
Crystal white walls, cleansing the eyes
Large windows, closed to them
Skipping stones,leading to the water
“It is a nice house,”
I tell them, squeezing by uninterested
Their mouths hang low, eyes wide and hungry
“Imagine living there, having that be your home
Imagine waking up to the sea every night! Imagine
Having the moon and stars in your room. Imagine
How the chandelier must glisten in the light!”
They wait for more, but only to my back
I walk up the grass, stepping on the prickly carpeted green
The door opens wide when i get there, three smiling faces waiting
Behind me their voices yelp as i lean in for a kiss
Their faces reflect off the windows revealing their dismay
Foolish girls, they look at the outside
It is a lovely house, but that is no home
Home is here, squeezing my little girl, and little boy
Watching their chubby fingers chasing after the
Rainbows casted on the walls from the chandelier
The fridge magnets spelling little names
The carpet with too many stains from juice and ice cream
The little glowing shoes left in the doorway
The plastic moons and stars and planets glowing on the ceiling
The room in the back painted with flowers, and sunsets of colors
Home is here, jumping on the bed
Giving a goodnight kiss, and climbing the squeaky stairs
Bundling under layers of blankets to avoid the draft
In between each framed photo on the nightstand
The spark of each kiss, and tender moment
Cleaning the sandy feet, and salty hair
Wearing a promise around my finger,
Only to come back to her every night
Why have a large bed, with no one in it?
Why have painted walls, with no memories to hang?
Why have a tv, with no one to watch it with
Why have a house, with no home?
Why look at the stars so far away,
When you can look in her eyes when you make her laugh
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