Dreamhouse
it's funny
when i was younger i wished for a Barbie dreamhouse
not realizing i had one all along
as i drive away you become small in the back mirror
my own dollhouse
where i first learned to crawl, walk, run
within your interior is where i learned love
is the feeling of your dog's tongue tickiling your hand
the smell of cookies your mother made
just because they are your favorite
within your walls i grew
physically shown through markers in the bedroom doorway
a baby to an adult, ready for a new chapter
under your roof is where i learned safety
surviving a hurricane that destroyed many
i am forever grateful
to you for being there through it all
happy days, tears, craziness and fear
there the day i decided my new house
for the next four years
because you'll always be my home
real life dreamhouse
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