House

Puerta del Rincón (Corner's Gate), Córdoba, August 2019


I used to be a house,
grounded, solid,
sheltering, welcoming.
Later I became a home
full with wishes and dreams,
harboring love, warmth,
sharing, growing, blossoming.
One day, love and warmth and light
left the nest, and me, an empty shell,
without a purpose, just a house again.
I took the chance, seized the time,
I cleaned and aired the house,
readied the hearth, opened windows,
turned on the light back again.
So, once again, though alone,
I am ready to stop being a shell:
I will no longer be just a house,
but a home
of which I will be proud.

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