My House

by Caroline Cecil
(Baltimore, Maryland)

Comfy and small - three bedrooms in all
Wherever, shall I begin?
A townhouse you know, one of five in a row
With neighbors close by to drop in.

With two out of three of the bedrooms - peewee
My parent’s room is a suite
And the basement’s so chilly
it seems rather silly
Its rundown fireplace has no heat

My room is unique- nothing matches at all
With hot purple paint on the walls short and tall
On the short wall her bed, on the tall wall my loft
Both beds dressed with quilts, made with love, and so soft

My big sister's room is painted bright blue
And her brand new TV has remote control too
She has windows so big to let in the light
Of sunshine by day, and from moonlight by night.

Our kitchen is filled with all that you need
For cooking and baking- Or planting a seed
To grow the sweet herbs that season our day
We prepare a quick dish from our friend Rachael Ray

The living room chairs - they do not match
- Yet this pair is important to me.
One, from my grandmother - and as for the other
From Pop - Pop who meant much to me.

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Heart Warming
by: Anonymous

Caroline.
I love this poem. You have a gift, and I imagine a twinkle in you eye. Keep writing. Where can I find more of your work?

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