The White House
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The White House
The house on the hill is painted white.
Not just any white,
but..., bright white.
Why did we choose that color?
The house is 100 years old tomorrow,
but there is no sorrow about her.
She is full of joyous memories.
Many families have lived under her roof.
We are pleased to be the last,
for the moment.
The home is made of concrete,
and old timber.
It has thin walls and tough,
hardwood floors.
There is a window over the sink,
only one bathroom,
and a porch.
The smell of bread is still strong in the kitchen,
even when no one is cooking.
The smell of beans, the same.
This place has seen better days,
and could tell stories to fill books.
Good things happened here,
and some bad perhaps.
But I know now that there is a reason,
for every season.
We came here empty of hope,
and God gave us more than we hoped for.
He gave us a place,
that is his perfect space,
to be near him.
Copyright © Ann Foster | Year Posted 2022
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