ROOTS, TREES, AND SAPLINGS

Take a look around this house: trees

and wood stacks and tumbleweed leaves 

just some feet from the gentle street,

with furry little creatures on little cat feet.

And now he comes

cradling with the corner of his heart,

his precious, most blinding art;

that gooing girl wrapped in his arms.

She is precious across the grass,

soft against the grown man’s laugh.

This is our family, our love in all.

I am about to crawl

over his arms to that safe stead,

but I snap a picture here instead.

He has my heart. My soul too,

I laugh -how quickly it flew!-

latched itself onto his devoted core,

one that I couldn’t help but adore.

I smile

and step a little further,

and give a little murmur,

whispering sweet something’s to my daughter,

and then, to my husband, a sweet kiss I offer.

This is my home.