Tuesday, April 24, 2012

Lonely House

Aidan came home with this poem today that he wrote.  It is a glimpse into his mind and his view of the whole process of buying and selling our house.


Lonely House
By: Aidan Gremmert

Gazing at the telephone,

I’ve been waiting,

For weeks.

Which feels like a

Million years,

I’ve

Been waiting for

The underwriter

To call,

To tell us that we can move

Into this lonely house.

Or even our realtor

To tell us our house is sold.


We have been cleaning,

For weeks,

I’ve been smelling,

This fruity smell to make our house smell clean.
 

We have cleaned our rooms,

We have painted the walls,

Doors, and cabinets.

Changed our tile and painted our cabinet doors,

We even boxed things up and we are bored,

Because we packed up all our toys!

To make our house clean,



The toys seem all lonely now boxed up and

Put in a storage compartment.



With my ears,

Opened all the time.

I hear my parents chattering,

Chattering to church members and family members,

To help us.

Move into this lonely house.



Oh lonely house

We are begging to buy you,

We need to find out

If we can,

Move into you,

Lonely house.



Ring ring the

Phone is ringing!

Do you know what

This could mean?

We have a showing in 1 hour!



I was the machine that cleans,

The whole house in 30 minutes.

It seemed to

My mom that the toys

came to life and walked

to where they are

suppose to be put.



My sisters were in

A pickle because

They needed to clean

Up their room

Because we had 5 minutes.



When we got in our vehicle,

My sisters drove me,

Up the wall in the,

Car and everywhere we went.

We went through all this,

Driving people up the wall and…

Getting in pickles to move into this new house.



Moving into the lonely house,

You are now a house filled with children,

And friends and relatives

Oh house you

Will go through this man

Times over and over.



Time has passed,

We are moving,

And you will be sold,

To another family and we will be,

Remembering you as best house.

And we will visit you from the west.



We will miss you,

And we will

Be reminded of you.

We will find another Farmington

Just like you.



We have found your

Brother it is time to go

We will miss you

As long as long as we know.