how do I tell a building I love it
you’re an old place but the best place
with some old lace, painted a new face
you are a fabulous historic home
with a remarkable, airy tower room
feeling to me like birth from a womb
your many doorways were out of square
I tell you that I didn’t give a care
beautiful, cozy as my own personal lair
windows that rattled in the winter
wooden trim that gave a splinter
or two, now and then a vintner
in the basement where wine was made
year after year while the walls did fade
you were dear to me, whatever shade
I’ll always love & cherish our memories
