Restoration
sagging shutters - hapless gutters
peeling paint - damning plaint
critters come and go at will
unwanted tenants still
former grandness up and gone
overgrown lawn
her heyday bygone day
Boston ivy run amok - down on her luck
windowpanes now dark and dead
once blaring life into the night
music and laughter echoed from rafters
awaiting her fate - is it too late
what caused her sad decline
was it merely Time
grande dame of the neighborhood in her day
she ruled the view with graceful drive - alert - alive
wrought iron railings, landscaped finery
stately eaves and porticos
pristine trim - stately Georgian prim
defeated 'fore me now
mere shadow of former grandeur
a fixer, me
a man with a plan - tools in hand
she’s paid her dues
this dowager with worn out shoes
with jack, hammer, paintbrush and saw
her potential in mind putty in my hands
love in my heart (my favorite part)
with patience and pride, I reveal what she hides
her heartbeat returns - life through yon window burns
once more laughter rings - in elation she sings
a hymn to her soul's restoration
















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