this little wren house . . .
how i love you!
you are the little house up in the trees
they’re very near.
but far enough i don’t have to worry about
bird poop on my balcony!
how i love the way the winter sun marches
right into this room.
it comes through the blinds as if leading a big
as some people who are very popular are . . .
the ones that know they’ll
ALWAYS have a friendly welcome.
nothing tentative about THEM!
this little wren house.
how i love you!
you have sheltered me during one of the most
difficult times in my life. well.
in retrospect… it’s always easier when YOU are the one
who is sick.
it’s far easier to suffer yourself than to watch the one
you love the most
but you helped me.
you are small.
my heart’s song.
you are there for me.
cozy. clean. spare. comfortable.
just enough space.
enough beauty for my soul.
and now . . .
it’s evening and your room is lit with golden pools of light.
you know . . .
from all the little lamps ‘ lighting the corners. ‘
and it’s getting late.
and the bed awaits.
it has cream colored blankets as soft and wonderful
as a childhood teddy bear.
even when it’s all made up and neat . . .
it’s welcoming. ready for delicious naps.
the cream colored blankets soft . . .
the firm pillow cool against the side of my face.
my bed in this little wren house . . .
i will soon climb into your warmth.
i’ll be enfolded in your softness and i will simply rest.
i’ll tackle life’s little problems again tomorrow . . .
and i’ll revel in the happiness that is always mine . . .
tonight . . .
just a love letter to you
little wren house.
i could lose you in the big winds that blow . . .
people frequently do in my part of the land.
and i know i would recover of course.
it’s important that you know . . .
i do not take you lightly . . .
i love you little wren house!
til soon old bean.