This home,
One hundred years old
I feel the spirits of my ancestors
Wrapping their wooly spirit arms
Snugly around me
When I'm cold and alone
They comfort me

In my dream last night
I was downstairs
The t.v. was on,
The computer was on
One grandparent was stationed at
The computer, the other at the t.v.
And there was snow covering everything
A thick layer of it
And it kept coming
I didn't question it
It was normal
In my dream
It was weird
I felt weird
Something I can't really describe,
Possibly indifferent, intolerant, irritated
But all of those emotions were latent
Everything was covered in snow
Inside.