My House
        by Ida_Matilda_Wright  (writing_life@Writing.Com)
My House

My House
Please come visit
But not today

I can’t allow
You to see my home
This way

When I go in
I must kick this
And throw that

I have pets
The trash is scattered
By our little cat

Have to toss things off
From the nearest chair
To have a seat

It’s a time that I can’t
Remove my shoes
might hurt my feet

But come again
When you see me smile
Cause when I am happy

When my mind is calm
And cares are gone
Your visit doesn’t have
To be standing on my lawn.


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