I Built You a House

They say the words you speak become the house you live in.

So I think I will build you a humble cottage by the sea.

I’ll raise the frame as I encourage you, urging you to go after your dreams.

While I lay the foundation, you pack your bags.

I will sweat and ache as my words become each beam.

I will panel the side, calculated and level, constructed with intention, 

Each nail placed with purpose.

Out loud, I will paint it the pale blue of your eyes.

I will scatter my favorite adjectives like seeds, water them with emphasis, repetition, and watch the wildflowers grow in the garden.

Most importantly, I will speak in open doors.

Won’t you come home?