My House

a work in progress...

My mother never liked the house where I grew up, 

But I loved it.

My mother didn't like how we didn't have a shower or or sink

In the bathroom, 

But we got by with a tub and a toilet.

My mother didn't like how when it rained, the rain fell

Upon us while we were sleeping, 

Because the roof was cracked;

But I loved how I could reach into a broken closet,

And find a new book to read every time.

My mother was embarrassed about our house,

But I was not, because this is where

All our friends wanted to play. 

Thank you, 

Mom.

Reviews

[red93]

Very interesting, and again you present the readers with a fait accompli, with plenty of space around the words. Excellent ✨️✨️✨️✨️✨️

[John the Baptist]

Adulthood brings judgments with it. Perhaps that is why we are less happy at forty five than at five.

[Pete]

a house isn't necessarily a home. home is where the heart is. in the grand scheme of life having had fine amenities matter little. fond memories shower the soul.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Isn't it wonderful to be able to appreciate what we have...even if it is much less than what someone else has.
My mom never cared for my surroundings....She thought I should want more.
I never cared...
This poem hit home.
j.

[Amanda Renee]

Thank you so much for your review and I'm so glad you understand, and I the "I never cared" part...