Home's Song

A home Is only as full as its purpose Could be vaster than its physical surface Memories and mortar are its build. Sustainable and bursting with character Nurtured from laughter and Resident’s will Like a bud in spring it grew And now it’s here to care for you Each home sings a symphony About who it is, What it is and who lives within My home? Its song is low and quiet Tells the story Of it’s softly cracking paint Blue as the robin’s egg And it’s long lived taint Of its warmness in the winter The footprints in the snow Like a rabbit’s burrow in autumn Its heat will never go It contains the people who raised me Who held and who praised me When I was nothing but a seed Who hadn’t yet sprout They told and taught me Showing me every route When the Streetlight filters through the windows And the train howls a lullaby When the maple leaves fly like minnows We’ll sleep under the moon’s watchful eye Be quiet And you’ll hear the creaks of the house As it wakes up at twilight Listen silently And you’ll hear the mourning doves Cooing their dawn howl and peep Home is where Humour manifests Joy is the quest Warmth is the gentle comfort And love, is the rest