In the House

I meander through my house in safety,
Ever in comfort as before, like an abbey.
In this prayer my questions are answered
From practice and patience, and afterward.

The stairs beam on my mind when confronted,
Escalating into joys or jumps to be aborted.
I stare into space like the room itself,
Feeling the stars in my home, still and oneself.

Music has meant some of the family,
It resonated along the walls - yippee!
I have art and I have quality of life,
The splendid walk of the hall is from a housewife.

poem by Naveed Akram
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