for a dear host family
Love prepared a home for me
before my car even left the garage.
The sheets were cleaned and placed upon the bed.
The house was built.
Back when my needs were only
a twinkle in my I,
the drawers were packed with items, just in case.
My hosts’ idle considerations have become my life.
Truly, love’s hands have made my house,
and housed my heart.
A half-tank of gratitude on my part,
is enough to make it home.