Longest acrostic poem I have ever written. (read the bolded letters going down.)

February 13, 2013 by brooklinstormie 2 Comments

Happiness
On most days,
Most days…? hmmm actually….
Everyday..

It’s not perfect.
So what? perfect is overrated.

Whatever though, it’s….
Home.
Everyone gathers here,
Rainy days? no problem!
Everywhere you look there’s something to do (sometimes to fix)

The point is,
Home is great.
Everyone should have one.

Fridge. it’s the real reason we love it at home.
Really though, it’s my favorite part!
It may have been a lie, what I just said.
Dairy products, and other foods don’t beat family.
Ghosts? People say they live there,
Eighty plus years is plenty of time for a house to collect spirits… but not my house

It’s not quite interesting enough for that,
Still interesting… but not that interesting.

Home.
A good place.
Home.
A place I can proudly call ‘mine’

You and me house! Forever!
Okay just until I move out. You’ll…
Umbrella me, keep my secrets, shield me from my fears (Burglars + stray cats.)

The best part about…..
Home is… that you can make a mess!
Okay, you always have to clean it up.
Under the stairs becomes your cave,
Game room? No! castle fortress!
Hose? No! Venomous snake!
Till dark you’ll play, imagine, grow.

In your very own house.

What a thing to have.
Outside and inside.
Unicorns? Certainly… Brooms? Not a chance!
Laugh here.
Dream here.

Secrets stay within these rooms… and that doesn’t mean you can bring in a friend…
And spill the beans!
You can’t! that’s against the rules!

Here we are safe and sound.
Even through tornados.
After we run into the cellar of course!
Really I do love my home now and…
Till the farthest reaches of forever.