This Is My House

I have built my house with thought, not a general  scattering of instructions and orders, but a conscious plan as to the location and reflection of every brick. My house stands strong, built to withstand and protect all that dwells within. Beloved souls have and will walk through my house, recognizing  familiar scuffs and scratches that will, for time's sake, show the character of those who stayed here. Memories, both with tears and with laughter, will drift from room to room, from dusk until dawn, and dance in the sun light of the day. Yes, this is my house, and within this house those that I love, have loved and will love will dwell forever more.