This little house,
so far, we’ve made
a home for us.
A place
where we
are safe.
The world
always creates
things that we fear,
and we
always escape
to our little house.
A home
amongst the graves.
A sanctuary
in a war.
How could we
ever want more?
Then the road
knocks at our door
and asks us
our names.
The boatman,
and the sage
draw us away.
What could ever
replace,
our little house?
What palace,
or what state
would make us
forget home?
Our memories
will always
be here,
under this roof
and our dreams
will dwell in the walls.
We had no idea
we would ever be
here,
much less leave.
Our little house.
will always be
Home.
HG – 2021
