Red brick wall with a tired gate
Porch light waits till the evenings late
Every room with a different chair
Saved for souls arriving bare
Soup boils warm in a dented pot
Shared till nothing cold is left in the lot
Fresh sheets folded on a secondhand bed
Peace laid down where the worries bled
Laughter rings through a narrow hall
Paint peels soft on a leaning wall
Every crack wears a golden seam
Mended once by a stubborn dream
Happiness hums in a fragile space
Built of crumbs from uncounted grace
Love turns humble walls immense
Every life a new incense