Safe and Secure

I’ve fitted the last siding piece

And nailed it in place.

Then folded my ladder

And returned my tools.

At days end, I can imagine-

This will be a safe, secure place.

Where the bare porch once jutted out,

Three windowed walls now surround.

Rain is starting to fall.

I step inside my new enclosure

And silently watch

The pattering, soaking backyard.

Satisfaction turns to smile.

One cannot have too many

Safe, secure places that

Calm one’s mind.

It’s been too many years-

Since my little boy years-

When he passed away-

And broke the locks

In that old farm house.

And whatever room I chose,

No door could be secure

Again.

I build things now.

Another room today-

Though not the same.

And maybe

Add that lock someday-

Though never the same.