There’s a house in my heart
where I’ve built you a room
with windows in the sun to keep you warm,
through which shines the glow of day,
or the twinkling of the Milky Way,
while the moon up above
throws down beams of love
for you to catch and save.
I’ve filled your room with precious things
like butterflies and fishing poles,
teddy bears and dress-up clothes,
dogs and cats, balls and bats,
pots of gold at rainbows’ end,
and friend, after friend, after friend.
At the house in my heart
the grass is greener, the sky is bluer,
the clouds the whitest of white.
Breezes blow, not harshly to push you,
but gently to guide you,
sweeping the hair from your face
so you can see clearly the road before you
and which of the paths you should take.
If it should rain at the house in my heart,
raindrops of perfect pitch and rhythm
soothe your soul and
sing you softly to sleep.
While you lay dreaming
the faint sounds you hear
are rain fairies splashing at play.
Then after its shower,
the earths’ clean fresh smell
will wake you to a brand-new day.
Of all the rooms at the house in my heart,
my favorite room will be
the one you pack full of beautiful pictures,
some call them memories,
of all that you say and all that you do
and all that you hope to be.
The one to which you hold the key –
your room at the house in my heart.
Why post this poem under one-word prompt “Giant”? Because it was a giant step in writing for me. It was the first piece I wrote as a gift to my grandchildren; and I did it years ago, long before I even HAD grandchildren. I just knew this is how I would feel about them. And it is – it really is!