Upstairs, Downstairs

[Guest Kenna Dixon]

I live up here, between the ears.

The rest is mechanical, electrical and plumbing.

I try to keep things looking good, do repairs, make improvements.

Still - it's not a mansion.

Everything works, and I'm grateful.

But it isn't me. It's just my house.

[Charlize]

What a nice thought and way of putting it. I just this house keeps standing for a bit. The circulation system has had quite a few patches. I can say that the old place does look so much better with the new paint job. Pink really seems to suit it.

Hugs,

Charlize

[Guest miss kindheart]

Upstairs
Downstairs

We often wonder
Who cares?

Between our ears
Or maybe our peers

We see wee seee
The years

A mansion is great
But our life is but late

We know
we know
We grow

Life but a louse
Like beautiful house

We know
We know
We show

As we learn
We grow

So be true
Be just you

A beautiful star
Is who u are

Know what’s true
That I love you


Tis understood
Just be good

vanna

[Charlize]

Thanks. I must admit to a childish giggle. I read the line "We see wee seee" as we see we wee wee. I know i should grow up but a giggle is a giggle.

thanks for a lovely poem with such a positive ending.

Hugs,

Charlize

[vannaaa]

Thank you for the words of kindness Charlize

It is OK to never grow up

There is something very special about the heart of a child

vanna