The House Poem by Jenny Molloy

A phone call in the middle of the night can scear a lot of people,
A million questions run trough my head.
Are my family at home? Are my family save? What about my friends?
A scream from a room upstairs will shake your bones, give you quite a shook.
The sound of your alarm, ringing inside your head.
My biggest fear is not this, it is not some thing that might come as normal scears.
Mine is to come home and not here a sound.
To not get a friendly hello, or a note to say where they have gone.
I am used to the busy household, one that keeps going.
Childhood memories of some one always home and to be meat with a smile.
I can not sit for to long in a empty house, the silence will kill me.
Must keep moving, keep on going, once you stop you give up.
Can not keep my eyes shoot for to long in a house with no one home.
I can not stand the aloneness, I’m sure it would kill me.
A house that’s always full I say, I would do my mother proud.
Never get board I say, never run out of things to say.
I like the company, I will not die unhappy.