Just Waiting

It's new,

Built from the ground up.

It hasn't had the time,

It hasn't had the life.

Just a year old,

This home, this room

Is but a baby.

Just waiting.

This room is waiting,

Just waiting for stories.

It wants to tell you,

Tell you everything.

Yet there is nothing,

Nothing to share.

Just the pitter-patter

Of feet and paws.

This room is waiting.

One day, this room will tell

All of the stories

That have yet to come.