our first home

before the key touched the door
and even before
the agent really-stated this is our home
i heard the rafters, door stoppers and shutters
rattle with our love
i saw
the garden you’d grow
that’d so
open my eyes
i came to see too
the me that came to know you
i caught a side of what we were going to be
before the key touched the door
and what’s more
i caught the sense of all who came into our dwell
and as I caught them, they did we as well
and oh, how they and we all knew
each and everyone
how well we had come
into this... our first home


(Thank you, Sarah Berges for the beautiful artwork of this house you made... pictured above)

© Gerry Mattia 2024
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