A jungle tree swallowed the house.
The front yard green like the Grinch.
Brown wooden door guarded the house;
Opening it revealed a life of many.

You are first approached by a tall and long set of stairs.
Stairs that lead to scary and wonderful memories.
Haunted walls cover the room on the left,
With a drawing of a boy covers the closet wall.
Eggplant purple walls held together the room on the right.
A plain bathroom separates the two; one where you can climb out the window to
rest on a Fourth of July night.
Fireworks are shown brightly in the sky from the backyard.

On the first floor lives a split personality.
The red swished, once green, now dull yellow walls were strong and different.
An old fashioned chimney for Santa to shimmy down and couch to fit many.
A room adjacent to it had been through multiple birthdays.
One special spot for the birthday boy or girl.

Behind it sits cabinets filled with food.
Pots cling and clang loudly and food sizzles.
Run through the back porch and swing open
the door to the backyard.

Our annual luaus were held, but soon stopped.
A patio used for dancing and a grill used for barbeques.
Play outside; run up and down the block.
“You live there?” I shrug my shoulders and laugh.
Off to more adventures.

Come back through the side door and down the stairs to the creepy basement.
A place with many secrets and mysteries.
Attics are randomly built and placed.
A room turned into a bedroom.
Despite its location, many kind neighbors surround.

Polish and whites fill the area.
One Mexican family accepted.
Many friends were made and several memories are cherished.