The Mad House

There were boxes everywhere,

cardboard all around.

The boxes lines the walls

from the ceiling to the ground.

Maddie just turned ten,

she knew what this would mean.

“There’s no way I’m going!”

She angrily would scream.

She didn’t want to leave

the only home she knew.

She would miss her little house

on South Hague Avenue.

They loaded up the truck.

They loaded up the van.

But Maddie would not budge,

she had to take a stand.

Despite her angry protests,

the decision had been made.

She would live in this new town

to begin the fifth grade.

She climbed into the truck

with a scowl across her face,

not eager in the least

to see this wretched place.

They pulled into the driveway,

her expression still unchanged.

Her father saw a house,

but Maddie saw a cage.

She hated everything about it

from the windows to the brick.

The fury rose within her.

It made her feel quite sick.

She walked straight through the door

still not very pleased.

She didn’t like the walls,

an ugly shade of green.

She knew she lost the fight,

this is where she would reside,

but she felt cooperation

was like spitting out her pride.

So she plopped down on the porch

and stared up at the trees.

While inside her mother worked,

unpacking  their memories. 

                                                -Madison Anonymous