by Curtis Blais (with a little help from Copilot - AABB Rhyming Scheme)
Holes in the floor and holes in the ceiling
Wires are pulled with no sign of healing
They twist and they turn in wild directions
A sparky’s dream—or misdirections
Sawdust is thick, it clings to the air
It’s dirty in here, and dust’s everywhere
Old plugs and switches lie where they fell
A graveyard of gadgets, not working too well
Wires poke out like curious snakes
Switches move homes for renovation’s sake
Lights find new spots to brighten the scene
Shawn’s in the attic, threading between
We sweep and we sweep, but it’s never quite done
The dust keeps returning, like it thinks it’s fun
It’s gritty, it’s grimy, it’s stuck in our hair
It’s renovation life—messy but rare
A photo was snapped in the middle of grime
Curt, Brad, Yuri, and Shawn in their prime
Covered in sawdust, with tools in their grip
A crew in the chaos, mid-renovation trip
One LED shines in laundry room light
It looks so good—we hope they’re all right
The family room’s next, it’s ready to go
Progress is steady, though it feels painfully slow
We’re thankful each day for the work being done,
Though progress feels slow, we still find the fun.
The dust may be thick and the wiring a maze,
But step by step, we’re counting the days.
Yet closer it gets with each passing day.
We dream of the moment the chaos will cease—
And our home will return to comfort and peace.
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