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This Old House

In this house, I am swimming
  in a mud puddle, somedays
    with my arms tight around you
       We backstroke
       In my house there is dust
     settled overtop the daily cares
  swept aside in conversations
as we laugh with grit
In my house,  old is being replaced
  new life is felt with each layer
    hammered, drilled, cut, painted over
      awakening new with each day
      In my house, I dreamed this
    planned and prayed for years thus
  and when the hand was given
I reached boldly forward....

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John Watt

Date: 4/24/2022 2:58:00 PM

Jeanne, I admire both your patience in the planning stages (most likely slowed down by the pandemic) and your courage in going through with your renovations to see those dreams come to fruition. It is not for the weak of heart! I also admire your writing talent and am happy to read you again. "Dust settled overtop the daily cares"... I can relate! Hugs ~ John