Similar to a cracker
box,
And just about that
size,
A tiny, little square-shaped
place,
But a mansion in their
eyes.
A choiced spot ... a
Camelot,
Or so the realtor
said,
A quarter acre ... that's a
lot,
For folks who
were apartment-bred.
They emptied out their bank
account,
With Escrow almost
done,
They were nervous and
excited,
Scared to death by what they'd
done.
All their dreams and all their
plans,
Had now become
reality,
This cracker box ... their
Camelot,
No longer just a
fantasy
They tip-toed through
each tiny room,
They made no noise as they
walked.
Their dream must not be
shattered,
Thus they whispered as they
talked,
But suddenly he laughed out loud,
"THIS OUR HOUSE!" he shouted
out,
Then he grabbed her round the
waist,
And twirled her about.
"Look!" she cried, "The water
works!"
She turned a faucet
on,
It seemed more beautiful to
them,
Than Niagra Falls at
dawn.
They collapsed in laughter on the
floor,
(No furniture, just
yet),
She said, "Let's put the couch
right here,"
"Why not?" he laughed, "You
bet."
She wanted to hang
photographs,
He pounded nails into the
wall,
More nail holes now than
pictures
She watched in shock and
awe.
So they hung two photos
side-by-side, ,
At the site they'd planned for
one,
The holes were nicely hidden
... thank you,
And no one knew what they had
done.
They both giggled at their
secret,
Shucks, after all, they owned this
place,
There was no one to account
to,
This was their house - their home -
their space.
A new porch light was on their
list,
They found a perfect one at
Sears.
It had a million tiny
bulbs,
Grander than ten
chandeliers.
With excitement, he hung their
light,
She flipped the switch and held her
breath
And like a Broadway show at
night
It lit up their house - their
home - their nest.
He planted seeds, and she
pulled weeds,
They bought a lawn mower for their
grass,
They trimmed their bushes, pruned
their trees,
Their yard began to show real
class.
She made curtains for their
windows,
Cottage style, with snow white
lace,
Her Grandma would have been so
proud,
To see their house - their
home - their place.
Their rooms re-painted, their
floors re-done,
Their roof re-shingled,
too,
At last perhaps they could sit
back,
And relax and bill and
coo.
They sat upon their couch one
night,
And happily looked
about,
How beautiful their cracker
box,
Both inside ... and
out.
They could live here now for many
years,
Things so wonderful, it
seemed,
Everything was perfect
now,
They had their house - their
home - their dream.
Then shyly she smiled and looked at
him,
"Sweetheart," she said, "We must
move,
I'm pregnant now ... with twins,"
she grinned,
"And we haven't got
the room!"
Virginia (Ginny)
Ellis
Copyright August
2006