| Jonathan Berger's Poetry: Poem of the Day |
| The ceilings are high. Don't get me wrong: I love the place. I love that you love it. I love how you smile when you think I'm not looking, foreseeing the memories we'll create in this, our new home. I love the kitchen, and I love the workroom. I love the guest room and I LOVE the bedroom. I love the light and the warmth, and I love how you've put touches up to show that it's yours, it's ours. It's more than a place, it's a home, a loving home. I love you. You've made the place a home for us, and our family. I love it. But... the ceilings are high. |