A House Is Not a Home
Penelope
A House Is Not a Home
A house is not a home
unless you make it yours
you have to breathe on window glass
mouth fog
to rub
and leave the smear.
You should lose part of yourself
in a true home
one that consumes Grandma’s topaz earrings
via the vent
you must know your home
trace a man’s profile on the ceiling
where paint has texture
or lean against the wall
into your ear
a throbbing heartbeat speaks.
Make a mark
scratch and scuff wood floors
anything, as long as your home knows
it’s you who lives there.
This is your bird’s nest
beehive
hobbit hole
anthill
so make it worth calling home.
Author
Penelope
Penelope is thirteen years old and lives in Stillwater. She loves to read and write. She has participated in many Shire classes and helped with the Hush radio play. Besides reading and writing, she is also an avid violinist.