Love's Wooden Birdhouse (Poetry)

He made me a house
a wooden birdhouse
my carpenter boy
a romantic gift
sweetly symbolic

His apprenticeship
only just begun
time would wait for us
we had forever
because we were young

Seasons came and went
the birdhouse weathered
and proved dry home to
dozens of bluetit
families all told

at the bottom of
my father’s garden
for decades until
rain-rotted and old
it fell from its post

I wonder did he
build a little house
for each new beloved?
The wildlife-friendly
way to a girl’s heart