The House That I Never Grew Up In
There was no playing,
no games to win.
For, this is the house I never grew up in.
no peeking to see what Santa brought.
And there are a thousand fights that
have yet to be fought.
No games of hide-and-seek to win,
no playing in
the rain, or any sleeping in.
No clothes being washed, or any floors to
No dates at the door, or any friends to stop.
I love the house,
but no memories I fear.
There is no joyno family lives here.
smiling, no crying, no laughter within.
For, this is the house that I never
grew up in.