Open House

This open house
Use to hold so much in it
Potential, joy and love
Now it is gone
Now it is filled only with memories
It is big and beautiful.
But half empty
No longer filled with the things once held so precious
Now just a monument to a broken family
The doors are open to strangers who stay for a while and then leave
Never adding
Only looking and taking what they came with
But as every soul enters
It reminds the house that it will flourish again
It only takes a little love to fill this open house.


About boywithoutlegs

I am the author of the boy without legs website. I was born without legs and have used the experience to write children's poetry. I would love for anyone to read and be inspired and if you are interested in publishing my poetry please contact me.
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