This House

           This

           house
           with its

           crumbling

           walls and

           faulty plumbing,
       that groans and creaks as

  though it is in pain. That shudders

under the cruelty of winter and barely stands

   to greet the spring again. This house

   with its 'too small' rooms that threaten

   to spill us all out into the street, that

   finds itself in want of decoration it's

   carpets now worn beneat our feet. This

   house that holds together on a promise

   and keeps us safe despite its sorry state,

   This house, gives us security and comfort

  its foundations built on love, respect and grace.

Reviews

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. absolutely overwhelming poetry ... and this sensitive and vivid piece looks stunning too ... sounds like the place where i live ... i love your sentiments, dear perceptive poetess ... i am your fan ...