We stood together in the chilly fall air,

Hands wrapped in work gloves, a matching pair.

The wind teased and tugged at the plastic we held,

But we laughed as the struggle together compelled.

Her eyes, determined, met mine with a grin,

“Hold it steady; we’re almost pinned in!”

The ladder swayed, the staples sang,

As the clear sheets whispered, loosely they sprang.

Layer by layer, we sealed the space,

Creating a haven, a snug little place.

Her hand brushed mine as we tugged and smoothed,

Each wrinkle flattened, each edge improved.

A simple task, but somehow profound,

In teamwork’s rhythm, love is found.

Through autumn’s gusts and winter’s chill,

Together we’ll shield, together we’ll build.

When the work is done and we step back to see,

Our porch transformed, protected, debris-free,

I’ll remember her smile, the warmth in her eyes,

And the way love lingers in these simple ties.