(Poem 296 for 2024 – I am writing a poem a day)
A lake house
seemed such a romantic
idea, a place for respite
when the world
overwhelmed.
Little did I know,
when I bought
the place,
she had her own ideas.
The first time we stayed,
our dog disappeared.
The second time,
my husband got injured.
The third time was when
we began to see
that the house
was unwelcoming us,
for she moved to the
middle of the lake
in the night
and we nearly
drowned in our sleep.
We tried once more
when she moved
back to land,
to visit and do some repairs.
She started a fire
and we barely escaped,
so now she’s on the
market again.
I realize now
why she was so affordable,
and I almost feel guilty
selling her.
But now we have so many
medical and therapy bills
to pay, that we need
to recoup some of our loss.
@Home Studio – 296th poem of the year
rebekahjmarshall 