“A House!”

There is a house I long to see.

A feeling I cannot retreat.

The house is mine, all mine you see.

There are flowers and bumblebees to please.

Purple and yellow

Blue and pink

Red and white

It is a sight,

That no one can see.

We take walks and naps while the sun rises and sets.

We laugh at secret jokes no one will understand.

We play tag and kickball no one can touch.

We are loud almost obnoxious I have heard many repeat.

But who cares anymore, I ask myself.

Breathing in and out, at last.

I am finally in The House.

Guarded by flowers and trees.

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