My House is Like a Person

My house is like a person, Who keeps me safe and warm. She holds me just like her son, As she saves me from the blistering storm. My house is like a person, Her colors shine so bright. In summer she welcomes the beaming sun, While her backyard flowers blossom with pride. My house is like a person, One day she’ll get old. Her paint will soon wilter, And she’ll no longer seem so bold. My house is like a person, Yet not many get her shelter. Together we can help, Like the man outside called Mr. Welter.