White Farmhouse
With room to grow
Upstairs, one is empty
The others filled
No light
Door closed
Keep the door closed
The only one in the house
We don’t take this light
Nothing will grow
In this room, unfilled
Empty
Why is this one empty?
No need to keep it closed
Grandma says it should be filled
There is plenty of room in this house
To grow
Open the curtains, bring in the light
With a look, I shed some light
There is good reason it is empty
For here nothing can grow
I am closed
Like this house
I am not filled
I am unfulfilled
This weight, heavy, not light
No child to play house
The crib, empty
Nursery closed
Here, no children have yet to grow
Not yet to grow
Not yet filled
Not yet closed
Not yet light
Not yet empty
White Farmhouse
The days grow light
Filled or empty
When one door is closed, one is opened in this house
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