Four bare walls
Cold concrete floors
Naked ceilings, echoing voices
Empty rooms, a screaming absence
A blank canvas, creative silence
Bolts and bulbs, screws and sockets
Measuring tape lives in your pockets
Fitting, adjusting
Constant readjusting
A smell of new starts to brew
Moving boxes and sealing tape
Bubble wrap, all things packed
Some old sold, some old is gold
Some old best forgotten
Some old invite new beginnings
Energy drives across these spaces
New shelves support old books and familiar faces
Opening drawers and slamming doors
Human soul penetrates the floors
A new postcode
Goodbye to an old road
Some teething problems
And welcomed gains
Some latched freedom
Unlocked by new keys
A whistling kettle
Sit down and settle
Glowing candles
Flat screen panels
Savoury yummies and sweet delights
Ready to taste, ready to bite
Bare walls bear warmth
Naked ceilings radiate light
Boxed goods sheltered safe
Comfy couches caress the floors
Warm hands open doors
Once a house ...
Now a home
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