New Home

 

Quietly with enjoyment morning alone

I sit and experience the breathing of our new home

 

The fireplace the furnace the sunlight

The shadows as well as the sun bright

 

The quiet sense of accomplished task

Of muscle weary relaxed at last

 

Funny all there is to do

When your home is so new

 

Think of everything you use in a day

You will not remember it all anyway

 

It’s the little things like tools, stools and tape

It’s chip clips, and paper and band aids for a scrape

 

Then the boxes and packages and Styrofoam

Piles of stuff to be unpacked to make a house a home

 

The little balls of Styrofoam never leave

They escape as they dance and weave

 

Already there’s a junk drawer just a few days in

It’s inevitable I suppose, but it makes your head spin

 

Well it’s been fun and funny and tiring too

But happy to move here as long as I’m with you!