My Mother's House

My Mother's House has all kinds of things, Things that she loves. There are paintings and pineapples, And chairs, and wreaths above. Her House is full of all kinds of things, Things that she adores. Like tablecloths and flower pots, And shoes and clothes galore. This House is overflowing With heavy, sharp, and sad But still she comes from the store Carrying more of what we have Our House is bursting at the seams With all of Mother’s stuff We’re trying to accommodate, But it is getting rather tough O House! One day, you will be empty Of warmth and love and family Replaced by all my Mother’s things That induced this malady.