My House
Before I repainted
my house,
after twenty
years of wear and tear
of housing two
childlike adults
or four
counting hubby and me,
I made a list
of what I wanted
for my house’s
personality-or
housinality?: Creative,
fun, inviting,
God-glorifying
and industrious.
Against my
carpet -person’s advice,
I painted every
room a different color
with the doors
matching the room
not each other
in the hallway.
On the walls
and shelves, I have things
reminding me of
the people I love
my son and daughter’s
toys from the past,
mementos from
loved ones long gone,
pictures of family
and friends in various locales
Ireland,
Scotland, the Caribbean, Canada,
Hawaii, Alaska,
North Dakota, Louisiana, Maine
Washington,
Pennsylvania, Colorado, Florida,
plaques with
sayings such as
“Kindness is a Lifestyle.”
I left a wall
for my paintings
and, of course,
there’s books everywhere.
I now have a
patio door and large back porch.
I tried to have
a color scheme in each room.
I even invested
in a twenty-dollar throw pillow
for the living
room that pulled the colors together.
Wine, green blue,
gold and olive green.
But Hubby found
it comfortable in his wheelchair.
Not complaining
about it will do for fun,
creative, inviting,
God-glorifying and industrious.
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