i live here

photo by Mary @ simple things

I live here, in a small house that my father built with his own two hands,

where my grandfather's clock holds pride of place on the mantel,

and the morning light is a blessing.

Here are my mother's curtains, my aunt's mirror,

and my grandmother's coal scuttle.

Books are piled on the floor, and a woolen throw lays ready to warm the morning air.

Here is where I dream,

where I hug my children and kiss my husband before the roaring fire.

My little red house.

I live here.