One Home with many changes.

Two

Floors were painted and sealed.

Vinegar took away the smell,

but not the wish that we had chosen a better strangers

for the job.

A new big boy bed arrived, with Family Dollar sheets,

the night after the A/C started to leak

through the ceiling.

A repeat from the first time.

An orange cat is a handmade Manx.

The vet did the job,

and for that I'm so thankful. 

"Mommy, Pickle's tail is all

Blue   -dy!.

Horses have been ridden, Magic and Sky.

Storytimes attended with cookies on standby.

The dryer is on it's last leg, even though it is legless.

My brother got a tattoo of an airplaned phonograph

exactly where his arm touches the armrest.

I erased all my pictures from Facebook

after reading between the

Lines.

It broke my heart to see them disappear.

The pictures are, at least, still mine. 

But last night I dreamed of a huge baby boy.

He was mine and he was darker than his brothers,

still he looked like the others.

Deep brown eyes, radiating joy.

My husband's eyebrows, like I always pray for.

His hair was like night, with a hint of chocolate.

And I loved him.  

I always thought

I would want the next to be a sister.