“The Old House”, poem

I wrote this poem about 2 months ago for the creative writing club I'm a part of at my high school about my house burning down in the 4th grade It is not my best work work and it's not very long but I hope you enjoy

I'm open to any feedback or critique from anyone if you see fit thank you.

“The Old House” By Allen Buchanan

Not too many people know this about me But Around my 4th grade year, my house burnt down

Everything was gone, I lost the room that I grew up in.

After about a year of staying at hotels and family members houses they built a new house for us to live in on top of the same land as the old house

I remember being scared to see the new house

I knew how different it would be

Nobody else seemed to be scared like I was

It was like nobody else cared about the old house anymore

The new house had more room

I Had my own room for the first time

It’s better for the family I was told

Same dog,

Same car,

Same family,

The same tree out front,

Same driveway,

Same neighbors,

But it wasn’t the same

I know I always complained about having to share a room but now I miss it more than anything.

Though I have no use for them now, I miss my old toys.

I miss my old clothes tho they wouldn’t fit anymore.

I miss the carpet stains,

I miss the table where I did my homework,

I miss my old bunk bed,

I miss the door that was always jammed,

I miss the cabinet that would never quite stay shut,

the new house is better in many ways

But I will always miss “the old house”