The House

The House

Come and enter ,the house beckons its guests,

A white picket fence a grand entrance with roman columns standing like sentinels,

A green door with golden inlays a look of decadence,

Solid oak entryway with hanging chandeliers as you enter,

Come and sit on the settee and rest your tired bones from your long travel,

Let the lavender wafting in the air around the house persuade you to forget your work and your troubles,

Listen to Mozart playing its soft sonatas and serenading you for a moment to feel romantic and young again.

Why just stay in the living room? come to the family room where you will meet the faces of warmth and loving gazes.

Share in the experience of the feeling of belongingness and for once shed off the mask you keep showing to the world and enjoy acceptance and the sense of belonging,

Come share the candid jokes only a father can make let the laughter invade your sense of reservation and just enjoy the moment.

Sit and pet the fine fur of the most loyal of poodles and for once forget about the betrayals the world has shown you.

Enjoy a child’s innocence and remember the times when you were naive and the world you once lived only showed kindness.

Come and taste a little of the soup that is still being made, let the smell of it pervade your senses,

Vanilla, cinnamon, and other spices you can smell it in the kitchen,

An old friendly lady beckons you to sit and wait as she takes out her pie from the oven,

Feel like a child again anxiously waiting for that first bite of all the flavors you are anticipating coming from that smell.

You are again in the comfort of the kitchen the world with all its weariness is outside, no longer existing just this moment with this lovely lady cooking and smiling contentedly.

You are in my house, the house that shows you a beautiful facade, a wonderful dream like state,

Do not come down to the basement for along the walls there are cracks in the foundation,

See on the sides are water marks from a pump that works and sometimes does not,

Hear the floor boards creak, like an old heart tired of beating and tired of fighting.

Feel the coolness and the dampness of the room, you are my guest and you will feel loved, but deep down in my foundation I am broken, something that is forever left unseen, because you are just a guest, and you can only see what I want you to see.

Enjoy and stay for awhile and after you are satisfied please leave softly because I would like to keep the facade going, to please all guests around me.