Dactyls on Home

How it Feels to Have My Place Back

It’s stunning to sit here and know that the work is complete.
Disrupted for months I’m accustomed to sharing my space.
At last I’m alone with no tradespeople stamping their feet
to minimize dust from construction all over the place.

I get to decide how I now spend my hours inside.
The mornings and evenings are mine to be fruitful or waste.
I deem the cost worth it. I view with approval and pride
selections for comfort and function displaying my taste.

I know that I’ll summon assistance as things wear or break,
but I’ll be in charge of most days, and relaxing the guard
that I’ve been maintaining this year. I’d a castle to make,
and now I’m enjoying the blessings of cottage and yard.

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