Poetry Prompt

This was from my very first poetry club meeting at my school. The prompt was to write, from the perspective of a building, some sort of memory that we have. I chose to write from the perspective of my church at home, and it sort of goes through my life.

She was so innocent and sweet

Her curls bounced as she danced into my doors

And I embraced her with my warmth

The worship swelled and she looked up to me in awe

And my stained glass windows winked back at her

She was a lot older now

Her sassy attitude permeated the outside

But as soon as she entered my walls

I comforted her

My familiarity made her smile

And as her hands went up and her mouth opened

I smiled in return

She wasn't really as terrible as she thought she was

She was ready to go out on her own

But I wasn't ready to let her

The others gathered around her in prayer

And I wept for her

She was mine

All mine

But as she walked to my doors, ready to leave

She smiled

See you soon

She said

And those were the words I needed to let her go