House of Love

 We are like little houses, not?

There is nothing quite like a baby to make humble 'houses' burst with joy...

this little guy (our grandson) is almost a month old...already!!

The walls that wear our skin

Beneath the grin and tear and sigh

Cradle a gallery within

Of precious, precious days gone by

The window where we watch

As loved ones come and go and go

Frames farewell's glib, glist’ning gamut

With kiss of tear, bliss of hello

The door that stands ajar

Shaped like a heart, big as the sky

Always makes room for ‘just one more’

Before dusk dims its lullaby

This form of blood and bone
Holds more than anyone can see
It harbors storms of grit and groan
And blips of heaven-on-earth spree

The roof wears glints of snow

It tops a house of darling dreams

Time scatters seasons as we go

And strews the yard with stars, it seems

© Janet Martin