Jun 2012
One day I will have a home
with a wrap-around porch for wrap-around arms and wrap-around lips
squeezing slightly and whispering words so sweet like flower petals
riding the wind until they get caught in your hair.
I want to be there, this home where tongues flow free
spilling words as swift and gentle as the water in the stream
rolling downhill in the yard.
This home will boast open windows like open minds,
the warm sun-lit invitation of an open curtain found around every corner.
This home will breathe with the wind, and grow with the rain.
One day I will have a home
and I want it to call me its own.
with a wrap-around porch for wrap-around arms and wrap-around lips
squeezing slightly and whispering words so sweet like flower petals
riding the wind until they get caught in your hair.
I want to be there, this home where tongues flow free
spilling words as swift and gentle as the water in the stream
rolling downhill in the yard.
This home will boast open windows like open minds,
the warm sun-lit invitation of an open curtain found around every corner.
This home will breathe with the wind, and grow with the rain.
One day I will have a home
and I want it to call me its own.
This short piece was written after thinking about and discussing my future, concerning both the type of house I would like to live in and raise a family in, as well as the emotional environment that I would like my future family to have.
