Comely, homey, happy house,
comfy as a longtime spouse,
your facade's a bit disheveled,
but the place I thrive so well.
Once scrubbed shiny, you are pining
for a facelift, a fresh painting;
shabby now, your once-crisp aprons
skirted the lodge of the village baron.
Dingy dress cannot your charms hide;
ample space, porch arms provide;
your old eyes beckon, warmly bright,
filled with children and with lights.
Hallowed house of youthful spirit,
warmed with laughter and with lyric,
grayed by age though yet a beauty,
for your family,you're still on duty.
first published in AllPoetry.com
©2014 Bonnie Manion