Our Summer House
Our summer house
holds memories of my life.
It comforts autumn within her morning,
welcomes summer with its gaze,
hides the cries of my sisters sorrow,
captures the beauty of my mothers ways.
It gives front row seats
for yearly solstice,
silent sanctuary
from discoloured days,
expectancy for life’s invitations
that wilt and die at the coming of age.
It holds new fortune
in its pale design,
still original with architectural difference,
almost picturesque,
above sublime,
its four walls standing the test of time.
Our summer house
it stands in silent song
harbouring fondest memories
of loved ones passed on.
It will continue to grace the lives
that pass its way,
comforting dreams of others that
wake it with their stay.
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