There it stood, as finally,

What I always hoped would be–

The mailbox showing clear, my name,

At my cottage beside the sea.

 

The box reveals the strange one there–

The one who holds the deed,

Who never thought she’d ever live

In a home washed by sea breeze.

 

But there, it stands, in sunshine hot

Just waiting there, in time

For new ones coming through the door

Who love bright rays and brine.

 

The rooms will fill with laughter;

The floors will creak with cheer;

The air will smell of happy times

When friends and family gather here.

 

And though storms will come raging

Against its quiet, calm façade,

It will shelter well from gales

That blow and tempests dodge.