We dream of a home-
nothing excessive, just what we need:
love,
a mess of babies,
and dogs.

We dream of a home
and
being rooted in our careers-
satisfying and purposeful,
with enough pay to not worry.
Enough to provide for a family,
everything they need.

We dream of a home
and raising our children there.
A few of our own, some adopted-
all gifts from God.
Raising them with patience and love;
instilling in them the faith,
morals, and values
our parents instilled in us.

Our new apartment is nicer
and feels like home.
Decorated with our favorite memories:
polaroid moments,
a jar of concert tickets,
bottle of sandglass:
blues and greens (our favorite),
browns and whites,
you and me,
minutes,
hours,
afternoons.

Teacher’s pay and grad school:
student loans, car payments;
bills.
We don’t have a lot, but
we save what we can
for the life we want to have.
Too poor for a house,
contentment
can be our home.