Home by Kaylee Hardin

3 bedroom, one bathroom

Paint peeling but it was slabbed

on so thick It could count

as insulation.

Pilling carpet and loose threads.

The gap between the door and

The floor so big we used a

My little pony beach towel

To keep the air out.

Closet sized kitchen and fake tile.

Window sills so weak they moved

when you leaned on them.

But the warm sun filled the home.

Casting shadows on the resting

Creatures of the home.

Resting was never a worry

Being home was never a worry.

Then we moved into a house.

A house that belonged to another

Family that loved things. They loved

So many things

Stock piled with dollar tree items and

Clothes that no longer fit anyone that

Lived in the house.

It was a house that had a lower level

No windows

No creatures resting

No one was resting

Worrying. Worrying. Worrying. Worry.