A Year of Poems – Day 5

Habitation over time breeds comfort.
The steady creep of clutter over years
of occupation, infuses cupboards
and plain wooden drawers with a thin finish
that colors the grain with deep richness.
But it is not the collection of things
that imparts the warmth, which resides despite
the cold that seeps through calked windows at night.
The stuffed animals on the shelf do bring
a warmth to bear, but it is no fitness
inherent to them, but in the undiminished
warmth of childhood memories which ford
the streams of time. It comes in the falling tears
which wash the walls with both joy and hurt.
Over the years a house seeps in the tears
and sweat of life and learns from us how to live.

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