May our actions make it so

We built this house
On the ‘what ifs’
On the ‘as ifs’
The ‘if onlys’
Of every day

A house of haunts?
A house of hopes?

Oh, may our actions
Make it the latter.

The weather outside – 
Blue-sky cold and clear
The wood stove inside – 
Burning-orange warmth

We feed the birds
We stoke the flames
A dog sighs
We exhale

This house, our home.