I trod these boards as a boy.
Or crept, I should say.
The deep carpets still make my toes skitter.
Three steps down to the living room. Still exciting, somehow.
So much to look at. Everywhere.
A crescent within a crescent: rooms arcing to left and right.
Embracing warmly, as warmly as the homemaker’s arms.
Especially the bathroom:
That blue-green colour that I have been chasing all of my life.
Seldom found. So much given, though. I am deeply thankful.
The greatest treasure? Bobbie the Great.
Measurer of my benchmarks.
Observer of my farings and follies.
Lover of family.
© Tom Tide 2016