The house is there,
The house where a new beginning starts.
The furniture arrives
And is distributed around the rooms,
It takes time, but the house is yours.
Once the furniture is in place
And the family sit together, relaxed
The house changes into something special.
It is no longer a house,
It is your home,
And a home is filled with love and laughter,
And as in all things,
That love must come first
- Author: Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: May 25th, 2018 02:29
- Comment from author about the poem: Our next door neighbours are moving today, we have been, and still will be. good friends. I wrote this for them . The song is sung by Vocal Majority probably the best Barbershop Choir in the world.
- Category: Special occasion
- Views: 21
Comments3
Brill write Andy - hope it goes well for them - always a bit traumatic moving - wonder If we'll ever move again - I expect my next home will be the long box.
Thank you Michael. I have said to all and sundry the only time I will be moving in future is in my wooden box!
Thanks for sharing ANDY ~ I was raised in a loving Cristian Home and I still visit my Parents ~ because of mutual LOVE but also for Sunday LUNCH ! I have never had my own HOME ~ but when ANGELA returns from NZ and we are married ~ we will buy a HOUSE and TURN it into a home ~ Your elegant Poem is our blueprint ! Love Barbershop & Bless this House ! When I lived in Liverpool we went into the Prison with the Choir ~ and one of our pieces was "Bless this House" ! It was only when we came to line "Bless these walls so firm and stout ~ keeping want and trouble OUT ~ that I realised it was bit incongruous ! The GOVERNER said next time we should change it to "Keeping Want and Trouble IN !" Thanks for sharing & caring ~ Yours BRIAN
Thanks Brian. I am sure that when you and Angela marry and get your house God will bless both it and yourselves.
A fine write Gold. A Poundshop moved into the area of funerals. But their wooden boxes are old tea chests! lol.
That would be fine for me as I won't be there I will be looking down and laughing.
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