Poetry

Making Home

kaylaannauthor

Freshly painted walls,

The smell still lingers,

Recently pierced to hang

The memories of our lives.

Our first home

Slowly, but surely,

We are transforming a space

And turning it into the place

Where you come home and

I get to greet you with a kiss

Where we stand side-by-side

To create dinner and wash dishes

Where we spend long nights

Watching movies and holding

Each other close.

Just happy to be

in a place that we call

home.

 

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28 thoughts on “Making Home”

  8. A comfortable and safe refuge from the worst the world has to throw at you is home but sharing that with another who builds that place of safety with you, priceless! All the best for your future, Kayla!

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    1. Thank you Ali, being in the middle of this process, I completely agree with you. I am blessed by every step, every hung picture frame, every installed shelf, every piece that begins to shape the home of our lives.

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