#Heart Renovation#

The general area so big and spacious

Floorboards protesting at each step, be cautious

Window pens, cracked, broken and dangerous

The wall paint, faded and dirt filled

Looking up, parts of the ceiling are missing

Surely such a room needs repair

The building's history, quite a remarkable memory

A sanctuary to many it was

A shelter for most still is

Never was it popular, but those who came into it, still tell tales of the great place it was

What made it derelict

The bright color it used to have, gone

All that was inside, the wind blew out, an empty shell remains

Miss Quinn, with her overwhelming nature of observation

Down the road she passed the old house

Not the bad, shattered, worn and filthy part of it she notices

But the reason for its design.

Her will from deep within she sets out to make things right.

One day, a paint brush in hand

From the old pale blue, she turns it to a bright scarlet feature

The next day best wood, hammer and nails in hand changes the floor unsuitable to handle a standing weight to a magnificent hard wood base

The day after that, all leaks checked, warm inviting feature stands in place to the old derelict house.

Neighbor to acquaintances, the word passes from lips to ears of how a great job done down the street.

A good house surely never falls, all it needs is a bit of her, she fixes hearts