Sitting on the wooden front porch,
with the soft and warm orange glow.
Mysteries of nancy drew,
have the suspense arose.
Big gray comfortable flannel,
flapping around you.
In the silence of the dark and quiet night,
owls cooed.
They came back with the ugly truth,
not listening and dashing off.
Creakedcreaked goes the stairs,
under the covers off you slept.
Yellow rays and cool air,
like how it always wake you.
But there won't be any friendly Mr Sun,
and the wind cousins to visit anymore.
The time came when you have to leave,
your covers; kitchen stains.
Not to forget the stinky old couch,
and memories drawn on your wall.
Grabbing firmly on to Sarah,
her long, blonde hand swishing as she is being held upside down.
Tears and heat gathered in your throat,
but you force them down instead.
Father and mother pushing those brown squares,
into the smelly old monster.
With four wheels and a dirty carpet,
and stained window.
The monster starts,
with a loud and deafening roar.
Staring at those red and stable bricks for the one last time,
it just becomes smaller, through the window, down the street.
