Member Poem

It felt like a fresh start every time,
Going there felt like an escape,
With big trees and little critters,
There once was a warm sense of feeling surrounding that house,
The trampoline I once jumped so high on,
Now is filled with rust,

The bright, cute little house that sits on a tiny hill,
It doesn't look so bright now.
The doors creak,
And the house is filled with trauma.