How does a building qualify,
A place earn its title,
Its keep?
Floors, walls, ceiling, roof
Tied with a ribbon of love.
Long days and night
Make it be, only than.
With every creak, in every cranny,
A child, a father, mom, or brother
Hides a secret, wishes a wish,
Buries a surprise
To unearth only when the magic
Song, heard with delicious joy,
Breaks out.
One day a cat wanders in,
Another, a bird hides a nest while
Eavesdropping on
A weed, believed to be flower.
It tests
The truth of its name.
Games are played,
A doll is rocked to sleep
In its cardboard box.
More and more moments
Create the possibility,
Till one day, fresh,
Brownies appear,
Their aroma captured,
Glassed under grandeur.
Without a doubt,
There is no doubt
It’s beyond doubt,
That this house is now a home.
Charlene James-Duguid
Amissville, Virginia
Very perceptive, Char. I like it.
Thank you char
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