The House Where The Sun Lived Poem by Alade Abayomi Idris

There was a house that housed nobody
It towered high. No not high, but high
It was not unkempt and
It blooming flowers always pruned.

I tasked my little self
To know more about the house that housed nobody
And whose blooming flowers always pruned.

I ran every morning to the house
Hoping the owner I would see
But no. The owner wouldn't come out
Could the owner left for work too early like my dad?
I asked my little self.

I ran to the house every evening
Hoping the owner would have returned
But no. The owner wouldn't return
There was no sign of humans
But there was sign of something
The old red sun.

When people returned from work
The old red sun also returned every day, and stood for long
At the back of the house
Looking tired like my dad.

One evening, I was mesmerized by the sickly look of the old red man
And I stood for long pitying him
I saw him disappeared further down into the house
The glowing louvers of the house could testify.

Eureka! I announced to my little self
This is the house where the sun lives
My teachers were wrong to have said
The old red sun didn't live in our midst.