House

I am here, day after day…they live within me, and I live apart of them…as their lives are planned  and contemplated, I sit, quietly listening. I share in their moments of happiness and sadness. I watched as loved ones die and others born. They are peculiar, sad, happy and fickle creatures. Ultimately, however, I exist for them, apart of them, with them. I am here to comfort them, and I am happy for it and yet they are little aware of me while I watch, listen and feel for them. I am the ground upon which they walk , the roof that shelters, the place they can sleep. I weep with them, I smile with them. I have seen many come, and many go. Some good, some bad, and others indifferent. They make me angry at times and happy at other times. When they pass, I befriend their spirits and they are happy for it. I am existing quietly for them here, day after day...