The texture of sweetness
marks the walls,
which whisper tales of vision, tension,
thoughtful execution of goals
and hold the passion
that built more than these rooms.
They frame a dwelling space
whose young roots
balance the yearning of
wings to soar and to comfort
with an integrity and concern
familiar to the hearts of those who built.
And the fury they once held
has disappeared
leaving only the beauty
that will sustain my craft
and the pride-- a generous
gift, which has now become my own.
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