Green House

My shelter since my childhood slipping
away from my grasp.
A house of lime green that grew on me.
So much happened in that house over
eleven years and those memories never faded
like the color.

The sickly, green house is the most unique,
surrounded by homes of white and beige.
Feeling special and proud to be painted green,
never did it want a different color.
Alas, it may not have its uniqueness anymore
after its new owners move in.

It seems as if it was yesterday we moved in,
and now it sits there waiting patiently for its new owners.
It waits for an apology from my father for making it wait for
a long while.
It waits for an apology for the agony it feels for being left behind.
It feels the abandonment I will feel
once its inhabitants move out.

The last farewell to a beautiful home.
To precious memories that will only fade.
And to life lead in that sleepy little town.