Mi Casa, Su Casa

Once was mine, this dwelling place, In stillness 'neath the dreaming sky; The sunrise kissed my weathered face, The forest rampart latticed high. The martins nested in the eaves, Splashed flecks of earth onto the stone, And moss and russet fading leaves, Snapping twigs as dry as bone. I watched the lake out in the distance, The sun-downed shadows black as graves, It met with no sense of resistance, Sank its cusp into the waves. All my gathered dreams were free, As bright as they had ever been, 'Till winter set its seal on me, And froze me slowly from the scene. Now is yours, this dwelling place, Expanded since my dying date, Taking up a larger space, More grandiose, elaborate. Still here my lowly dreams reside, Alongside you, your family; With room to live and grow inside And keep each other company.