Lighted House At Night

From across the park I see the house, Open windows spilling pools of light Onto the wide wraparound porch. As I walk nearer, I take a look inside. On the walls, framed paintings And a cluster of family photographs, Over-stuffed furniture, a little worn, Sleepy dog on a towel on the chair. Through the side window I see Shelves crammed with stacks of books, A daybed, cluttered desk with a computer, Drawing table, a rack of supplies. Candles on the dining room table, Mahogany and glass china closet, Old fashioned sideboard with A slightly tarnished silver tea service. Upstairs, lights glow behind shades, But in the kitchen a cheery brightness! Someone moving, talking, carrying a plate And laughing at some unknown joke! What sort of people live in this house? I think I know - comfortable, unpretentious People, real, who live and love and care. Heart full, I tread the steps up to my porch!