Love

Poem
My House
By Nakisha Hercule

My house is my house. It is not just my house; it is my dwelling place and home. I placed my love every room and made it mine. I cleaned the floors with the choicest cleaner. I wanted to make sure that my house shined. My reflection greets me every day in my big grand mirrors located in the large room constructed by rough construction hands. It took me a long time to arrive at this place; but here I am. The physical features still excite me. The great light overhead alerts and blinds the eyes of any dark thief's lurking in the shadows. My joy is boiling over. I look forward to planting that garden next season; and I want to dance when I think of the joy that will come when I begin to share its fruit.