I am a Home

I am a home

I am a house

I am a home

It is me who stands outside in the beating scorching sun

Who withers the storms and the pelting rain

Who has to stand still

While I listen to the deep dark thunder and see the wild fork lightning

Nearly electrocuting me

I feel the cold of the ice and deep snow

Unable to sleep

My glass windows wide open

I have no escape or change of scenery

My tummy shakes as you clamber up and down the numerous stairs

About twenty times a day

My head aches at the occasional climb to the attic

Frantic to clear away the cobwebs and giant spiders

That scare you

I feel the oven firing heat

When your life and limited culinary skills meet

My floorboards creak from the years of hundreds of walking feet

I do age

Guttering and paint need to be replaced

You treat me like a hotel

Dirty dishes and washing

Sometimes not cleaned for days

Especially when you leave me to fend for myself

When you go on holiday

You do not think about me

In this silent house with no human activity

I am yours but you do not always appreciate me

Putting me up for sale and leaving me

The new owners are not the same

You don’t care

I am no longer yours

You do not live with me

You don’t care, if I am sad or happy

I am just somewhere to sleep and feed

To be comfy

I am here

I have to put up with whoever lives in me

I am stuck

I do not have the luxury to move

The next time you are in your beautiful house

Think of me

I am more than a comfy couch to slouch

More of than a home to your scratching long tailed pet rat

I am more than somewhere to lay your well used sun hat

Remember to treat your home better than that

I am here for you every day

I do not ever move away

I am more than a place to stay

I am your home

I  think my new owners have forgotten me

It is lonely

Just me

I am a house

I am a home

Toria

23/6/2022