“Fixer-Upper”
I`ve loved you
and you`ve loved me.
Now we stand
as a storm battered tree.
Our roots run deep,
our foundation set;
but as for the structure
is there much left ?
Now, the night has come—
keep the ghosts at bay;
I reach for your hand—
I`m here to stay.
You`ve not changed much—
your face I see—
still as beautiful
as it used to be.
So, from here
where do we go ?
Only two things
that I know:
Put up a roof
on a rebuilt frame
and on our door,
again hang His name.
Hold your calls
I`ll be home for supper,
after all,
we`re a `Fixer-Upper !`
A.B.Adams
October 11, 2019
Friday
