Little House


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


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


much less leave.

Our little house.

will always be




HG – 2021

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