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i am, the spoon left in the icecream bowl. i am, the towel on the bathroom floor. i am, the toys in the cupboard and more. i am, the vase with bright flowers. i am, the left over lasange in the fridge. i am, the dinosaur doona that snuggles your boy. i am, the bedhead that watches you sleep. i am, the old clock on the mantle, wonky time i do keep. i am, cotton and lace knickers, jocks and striped socks, jumbled up in a cedar drawer. i am, toothbrushes and bathplugs. i am, the tattered, striped hall rug. i am, pictures of two, then three. i am, the couch, the oversized tv. i am the desk and the books. i am the mirror that looks old and faded. i am, art projects, created and afixed on the wall. i am, coffee table and featherstone chair, none too stable. i am, walls of teak and roof of colourbond steel. i am house and home and if i could speak, well, it would be downright surreal. i am, comfort and warmth. i am, refuge and rest. i am, old and creaking. i am, heaven blest. i am, haven, from lifes storms. and i am  more, you made me this way, with love, you and yours.
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Mar 22, 2014
Mar 22, 2014 at 8:13 PM UTC
i am. (madge)
i am, the spoon left in the icecream bowl. i am, the towel on the bathroom floor. i am, the toys in the cupboard and more. i am, the vase with bright flowers. i am, the left over lasange in the fridge. i am, the dinosaur doona that snuggles your boy. i am, the bedhead that watches you sleep. i am, the old clock on the mantle, wonky time i do keep. i am, cotton and lace knickers, jocks and striped socks, jumbled up in a cedar drawer. i am, toothbrushes and bathplugs. i am, the tattered, striped hall rug. i am, pictures of two, then three. i am, the couch, the oversized tv. i am the desk and the books. i am the mirror that looks old and faded. i am, art projects, created and afixed on the wall. i am, coffee table and featherstone chair, none too stable. i am, walls of teak and roof of colourbond steel. i am house and home and if i could speak, well, it would be downright surreal. i am, comfort and warmth. i am, refuge and rest. i am, old and creaking. i am, heaven blest. i am, haven, from lifes storms. and i am  more, you made me this way, with love, you and yours.
the old teak farmhouse that has been in my husbands family for years we call her "madge" for the first of their line
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F/Australian
Mar 22, 2014
Mar 22, 2014 at 8:13 PM UTC
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