Playing house

Ed Shereen serenading in the background 

Stove top burning

knife cutting 

a lifetime away, witnessing a home created and shattered, one breath 

tickling my bones 

memories 

Laying down the hopes of a future

can I imagine once again or perhaps for the first time 

what this home could look like 

woven fears 

tastes of disasters 

hope still

dreams and pleasant fantasies 

will you meet me there 

in the future 

to not be carried by false hopes 

present presence recognizing the beauty and frailties of our humanity 

in acceptance 

carried in dreams 

whisper to me the deep knowledge of and when 

this day comes when playing house 

means till death and infinitely connected 

play with me till that day comes 

dance with me when boredom settles 

and pick up the mess with me 

out of ashes, let's grow a garden 

find me in my brokenness and know me deeply 

let my soul speak to yours 

that connects us forever 

may we all dig deep and discover what friendships and relationships to nurture 

may we all find a home in our community. 



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