Heart Felt Poem

I finally arrived at midlife, not lost—just circling back to the truth that waited patiently in me.
The signs were always there, soft as wallpaper patterns, quiet as little footsteps on dollhouse floors.

As a girl, I built tiny worlds, arranging furniture with tender certainty, crafting comfort in miniature rooms.
It was my favorite place— a universe where beauty lived in every careful touch.

And as I grew into a woman, I carried that same magic into every home we lived in—
not the biggest, not the fanciest, but always full of warmth. Because home was never about status—
it was about presence, about heart, about creating a feeling.

Then the world went still— for the first time in my lifetime, everything paused.
And in that strange, quiet moment an epiphany rose like morning light:This was my calling all along.

Home staging. The perfect fit— a glove made for my hands, my history,
my heart. Now I create spaces that breathe, rooms that whisper “welcome,”
homes that invite a buyer to see not just walls— but possibility.

I am doing what I was always meant to do,

Melissa