Laneway house? A Decision Journey
A Poem by D’Anne Davis
In this old house there is nothing I lack
but I feel it’s time for a shack in the back.
A smaller, smarter space would need
less work, less care, less coin, indeed.
Though obviously past its prime – like me –
this, century old house, you would agree
has lots of space for more than one.
But for one or some, work needs be done.
Needs muscle and coin, not just a few,
for upkeep, services, taxes too.
Shack cost went up since first discussed,
interest rates too, so lots of fuss
but I want to go on; I’ll try not to fret
about the necessary depth of the debt.
Frugality I’ve known before;
on many a test, I reached high scores.
“Just sell your house “ of course, I’m told
”and buy a condo” with the gold.
Can’t follow the friends that took that route;
this house still serves without a doubt
for parties, houseguests, gatherings, and,
for musicians who play in Jamie’s band.
I have affection for this place
for memories, as well as its aged grace.
And I love the land, the soil, mud.
(perhaps a hint of Midwestern blood)
with playground, patio, bushes, trees,
flowers, birds, butterflies, bees.
To buy a house in this dear city
damned hard right now and that’s a pity.
So one more reason to save the farm
and it’s ok to build a barn.
contract – signed
