Your house is my home, Mr. and Mrs. Landlord.
You have the deed,
but I have the memories.
It might be your property,
but it is my life.
The living room that you want to sell,
That is where I saw our children play,
Where I did puzzles with grandma,
Where my siblings and I played dress up
and made home movies.
It's the living room where I've done all my living.
But still, it is your house to sell.
The kitchen where I cook
Still has the little chip in the corner
that I broke when I was six.
I think of my childhood every time I see it.
But that is yours to sell to.
So is the tile in the bathroom,
still as blue as it was 20 years ago,
and so is the patio
where I drink the cool summer breeze every night.
All of it is yours to sell.
My life is now your Zillow post.
It might be your house, Mr. and Mrs. Landlord,
But this is my home.