Garden flowers, walkways of stone.
Shady trees of a living green tone.
The pond nestled snugly among the grass.
With the waterfall singing to those who pass.
Walls of comfort for those inside.
Rooms where laughter and joy reside.
Cluttered areas of life and play.
The flotsam and jetsam of our day.
A tiny body snuggled warm in bed,
To arise with a smile and the need to be fed.
Our watchful companion at rest on the floor.
Only a dog, yet so very much more.
Smells from the kitchen, such fragrant bouquets.
The intimate table where we started our days.
The door that opened daily to say our good-byes,
To open once more when your love meets your eyes.
Our first home, so it is true,
May be old, still very new.
Times of peace and growing too,
Brought dear by the love of you.

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