There are echoes in the hallway of the new house.
And the light switches are not yet so familiar that I can turn them on without looking.
Still, this is the home where my children will learn their ABCs.
This is the home that I will return to when I am weary from a day's work.
Meals and memories will be served in this kitchen that does not yet house my spoons.
Time will march on and these bare white walls will soon feature my life.
In this home I will live, love and laugh.
For now it is the "New House" but soon it will be home.

Jenn,
I'm flattered! Feel free to quote me!
Coco
Your a poet and probably know it! I wish I could write a poem, thanks for sharing