26th October 2016

Prompt- ' Write a poem in which you are a house' from http://poetryprompts.tumblr.com

I can hear the soft snores of the little ones,

And the hushed whispers of the adults.

In this cold winter night, when the winds are harsh,

I shield them all, within my warmth and safety.

I am their shelter and they, my life,

For they give me memories to cherish,

And moments to look forward to, each day.

I am only a lifeless house of brick and mortar,

But for them, I am their sweet home.

I'm late agsin.