(Continued)

Luckily my home is quaint.
Because I would search high and low,
No boundary will ever keep me from her.
That I am sure of.

I travel through time as I walk, room to room.
Through memories of laughter and happiness,
But also memories of sadness and hardship.
For my house is welcoming to all.

When I lay my eyes on her,
After a weary day of work,
I am immediately put at rest.
My body no longer aches, my mind no longer races; just peace.

I am not surprised where I find her.
She is in her favorite spot,
Legs propped up, sitting on the sill,
Exploring the vast outdoors through the Bay Window.

(To Be Continued)