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You have returned my sweat
and sometimes pains
in my winters and summers

Sunshine. Birdsong. Snowfall. Trees
all in their time I have treasured these
from within these walls;
built with love in every stone
what is a house if it is not home,
for of our lives and times it tells

these hands, your hands, my hands
our hands together
I am pleased


Infinity Limited Magazine Winter 1993

©1983 I.B. Nelson