A house is a place to live in.
Made joyful with the laughter of children,
It becomes a home.

A door opens its arms in welcome.
Let it speak quietly.

Windows, house eyes.
Open them; let the air in
and the laughter out.

A garden, a place of wonder,
where flowers sing and
insects play hide and seek.

Trees are places
where leaves whisper secrets
and their shade cools.

A driveway is a place for games,
cars should not tarry here.

Home, a place where love flourishes
and tears are for small hurts,
real or imagined.

 
 
David Garlick, Victoria, July 1996