The house was perfect No matter how small. Forget the broken window, The stain on the carpet floor.
The explosion of toys over the floor, The tea parties, Cubby houses, And Zombies at the park. The urgent rush to tidy up Before mum walked in the door.
Stories with Dad A run-away lawn mower, Bruce the shark.
On Christmas mornings, When we would wake up, To find map, Guiding us to the treasure
In this house, I learnt what having a brother was like, lots of cars lots of trucks lots of blocks
Where I learnt to walk And talk And laugh Where I discovered the power of words, The importance of doing your best Taking pride in your work. Treating others with kindness, Not putting yourself first.
All the memories, Echoes of laughter The photos of a happy family Like trophies on a shelf.
Clocks ticking, Moving fast Too fast.
Until one day, We outgrew the house, Small was just too small, Where would we find space, For the things that needed a place?
So, we packed up and left Shutting the door On memories and expired dreams That werenβt around anymore
But we set off, To make another house of bricks, a perfect home.