Shelter or Home

Shelter or Home

By Cleve

Take sticks or stones, limbs or straw

'tis easy to fashion a shelter or lean to

Add doors and windows and secure the roof

To make a house of the shelter if you mean to

Add sinew blood happiness sorrow and pain

And caring and familial sanctuary

And abode there for generations

And make plots out back as resting place

For when age comes and bodies pass being weary

'twill then be a Home that embodies time,

That embodies past present and tomorrow

That speaks of times past, of who and why you are

And how happiness is begat from sorrow

It is lives and passions that make a house a home

It becomes again a shelter when all the family are gone