A Family Nest Poem by Sharron Stephenson

the house we built,
the roof we placed,
walls are strong and safe,

the outside looks like how,
the mind creates,
the chimney tops,
the satellite dish,
a crooked areil,

the home inside,
painted and wallpapered,
pictures and nic nacs,
all around,
furntiure and pattens,

a family begins,
the memories we make,

as the nest will empty,
as one by one they fly,

the garden is a mess,
the heart has gone,
but the house,
is always there