Through My Eyes

A man yells as the concrete is poured, I get built every hour every minute every second, For me my life is different, I'm not like the other houses… family or not, every house is bigger and better. Every house has a family, a mom a dad I wait 'til the day my family arrives. I watch as the different color cars drive by, one by one red, green, blue. Same or not just waiting for the day my shiny car arrives in my driveway! Days and months pass as I look and look, Where could they be? Am I just That… bad, does no one want me? On an early summer morning my doors creak open, a figure steps up to the door… My eyes widen as the figure steps in the doors, my A family! The two brothers hug, as they think of their mom and the people surrounding them for the new house. They step inside the house, I am gleaming with joy! My own family. The family glides their hands against my soft leather couches. They split one bother screams “I call this room” Others scream once again “I want this room”...They all settle down, they sit and warm against the fireplace. …I think this is what having a family is like, hope this never changes…