Porches are made for little feet
And tiny fingers playing,
Painting watery lines from a red bucket,
Momentary art on the wood slats.

Porches are made for see-y’all laters
And moonlight talking,
First light watching,
And maybe, lazy napping cats.

Porches are made for time-tested love,
Decades of friendship and weathered wood,
Rocking chair hand-holding on, letting go
Goodbyes and welcome mats.