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Monday, June 18, 2007

Percocet Dreams

My house sleeps in peace
Cradle my restless heart
Soothe my open wounds
Wall out my night terrors

It sighs as it slumbers

Foundation of happy memories
Dreams of babes born in the bath
Small hand prints in cement fill the cracks

My house is tolerant
Welcome to change and imperfection
Calm in the wee hours of the morning
Fortress against fear of the dark

My house sleeps when I cannot
Safe haven against demons
Beautiful incubator of dreams
Gentle family keep


Lee Ping said...

Percocet worked wonders for me. I have very low tolerance to pain.

I can understand your poem a little better than Msiagirl's.

Kathryn said...

Yes - Percocet does the job but can't wait to be off it.

I dare say Msiagirl is a poet and I am not - therefore my poetry is not in the same league as Misagirl's. I am just wading in a shallow pool.

But I bet you feel similarly about your house. Yours in gorgeous by the way. And such a lovely kitchen. Can you come over and design my kitchen? We are in the midst of renovations - still. ;-)

Lee Ping said...

You are renovating your kitchen? Remodeling is no fun. Thank God we see light at the end of the tunnel.

Hymm, I can give you some tips about kitchen design. Use the triangle principle. Refrigerator, sink and stove, each at the tip of the triangle.

If you plan to live in your house for a long time, feel free to choose your favorite colors. If you are not sure how long you will stay in your house, choose earthy color tones. You can always dress up your kitchen with colorful plates or flowers when you have an open house sale.

I read home related magazines like a novel. So, browse through kitchen related magazines and see what's hip and what materials or appliances you can work into your renovation budget.

Hope that helps...

msiagirl said...

Honey! A lovely poem about hearth and safety and warding.

Great kitchen tips from lee ping too.

Sorry I have had no time to read blogs lately - gotta go feed kids now.

love ya!