In this two months ours home

some how a sense of deja vu

but in lieu of “This has happened before.”

more, “This will happen and happen.”

wrapping me in familiar, warm,

storm-sheltering calm.

I will know this place.

Each space will tell a tale.

The veil of age will fall here.

Years and years of being,

Seeing the ups and downs,

the sounds of child growing

us slowing, me and you

who we will be.