What it is
This familiar place

With its old wood paneling

Its open rooms

Each smelling like old memories

It isn’t special

To the unknowing, unassuming passerby

It’s a house

Ordinary in nearly every way

Yet to me

There’s more than simplicity here

A winding stair

Descending to an old dock

The way slick

With fresh moss, discarded bark

The dock groans

Like an old, friendly, dog

Yearning for attention

The water is green like

My mother’s eyes

The shoreline so far away

Lit by sunshine

Eases my weary, restless, soul

This place is

More than a little house

It’s a friend

A friend you know enough

To love perpetually

I walk the roads surrounding

The little house

Feeling gravel beneath my feet

and slowly letting

My worldly fears wash away

With the tide

The light in the trees

Shimmers gently down

And I find smiling easy

One more time