Monday, May 2, 2011

Documenting a Good Life

Thirty voices fill the room, and my heart is brought to its feet.

A daughter's spinning dress blooms in the kitchen's angled sunshine, and we pull tooth # 2 bravely.

Crabapple trees on fire in the orchard, pink and explosive, and the grass goes uncut, the long-haired child always mistaken for a girl.

Her words, which I place in this heart-shaped treasure box.  Thank you.

Home.  Sweet.  Home.

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