Brand New Home
They looked upon,
their brand new home.
It seemed to shine,
just like chrome.
Each wall and door,
shared a fresh smell.
With the unfamiliar sound,
of their welcoming bell.
This new home observed,
with windows as eyes.
It was built to listen,
for both laughter and cries.
They will express themselves,
by decorating inside.
Each corner and room,
they’ll showcase with pride.
Many moments and years,
looking forward to spend.
Host joyful parties,
or just talk with a friend.
This home of theirs,
is not just a place.
In their minds and hearts,
it has a face.
They know with time,
they’ll make it their own.
Blessed and truly grateful,
for their brand new home.
by Martin Dejnicki
Moving into a new home is often an exciting experience. Initially, everything may seem very unfamiliar or foreign. But once get all your stuff in the right places, it’s just a matter of time before it begins to feel just like home.
When I was a child, my family moved quite a bit. So I had the opportunity of moving into a new home several times. It would usually take me several weeks to adapt, but I’d always make it my own. Leaving was the tough part.
Now as an adult, not much has changed. Now I’m more concerned about raising a family in a nice neighbourhood, and finding a home with a big backyard for all the kids to be.
Regarding the house itself, I’m not very picky. As long as it has large windows to allow plenty of light to come in, then I’m happy.
I hope today’s, “Brand New Home” poem helps you adapt to your new nest.
Best of Luck,
Martin
