Blue House

The washing machine spins and spins and spins... Little feet run up and down the stairs. I can smell the blueberry pie baking in the oven. The crust will be crispy and golden brown soon. All the while, I sit and watch.

A four legged critter climbs out of the window to roam outside; Outside near the green grass and tall oak trees. An expecting mother walks along the hard wood floor. The floor creeks, allowing its true age to reveal. All the while, I sit and watch.

A birthday is celebrated on a chilly october day. Wax drips off of the candles that are weaseled into the cake. Not long after, a wedding is hosted in the backyard. The backyard that has the oak trees, and leafy covered grass. And all the while, I sit and watch.

I am the Little Blue House, and I sit and watch.