Black Poetry : Our house

Cindy

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Retired clerical
He bought me a house
We made it a home
A real home
We didn't bring hateful and cruel
When we moved in here

There are roses
And beautiful flowers
Grown here in love
In our garden
In a vase on the coffee table

There are wind chimes
Ringing with the sounds of cathedral bells
Trickling brooks
And the laughter of fairies
In chorus just outside

We are content
Having passed through the abyss
Coming out together
Only just slightly
Singed

We were tested by time
By mistrust
By insolence
And lies
But we survived

And the house
Oh, the house is beautiful
Like us
Although we are much older
Than it

Our end was our beginning
I believe
All the torment and trials
Brought us here
Together

Still standing
Look at us STILL standing
How proud I am of you
And thankful that we two
Stand as one, now

To share the benefits
Of ‘we’
Being better friends and lovers
Than when we started
We have grown, after all

As the garden grows
Suddenly
I have a green thumb
Everything planted here
Has bloomed

No one would have imaged
That you would buy us a house
Much less us live together again
Oh, the wonders
Of growing old

I thank God for you
For your smile and laughter
Oh, how you have lit my days
Now never afraid
Wrapped in your embrace

In our house
 

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