I Like It Here...

I like it here among the cheer

Of pots and pans and such

Where love of family and friends

Fills everything we touch

I like the way the little day

Slips by on common wings

Yet in its wake it cannot take

Life’s deeply valued things

I like it here, seasons and years

Paint pictures on its wall

And though we cannot hang them up

The heart can hold them all

We draw them near; laughter and tear

A juxtaposed finesse

Of paint-chips, prayer, rooms in repair

And heaven-happiness

I like it here, home; simple, dear

A launching pad it seems

As to and fro we come, we go

Chasing life’s care and dreams

Yet at day’s end the highways bend

Toward its humble dome

A fortress of faith, hope and love

And precious home sweet home

© Janet Martin

Sometimes all one can do is laugh at how quickly living’s love-touches fill shiny sinks and ‘garnish’ carefully arranged vignettes…