Poem about This House or Home Poem by James Nicosia

This House

This house–
It stands like a life–breathing, beckoning
with a spirit that grew straight on earthy ground.

It listened in joy to voices of home.

It knows loneliness from memories it feels–
Sheltering through calm and storm.

This house–
Holds on, Longing to understand, to tell you a
million things.

It cries with eyes watching,wondering
looking out through windows now unadorned.

This house–
It reaches, it now waits, for family to warm.

James V Nicosia