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Our Home is a Mosaic

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Our home is a mosaic,

sloppily constructed

on whims and feelings and spirit -

things that might seem

flimsy, unstable,

tenuous in the fierce currents of life.

But just because they are constantly

shifting and creaking and settling

within our family’s walls

does not mean the structure is unsafe.

There is a hope here,

breathe it in.

A hope for meaningful days ahead.

A hope that once our children leave this place,

they will take part of it with them.

And there is laughter.

It fizzes and tickles and boldly, it thunders

from bellies and toes.

And the walls shake with it.

There is also rage,

at times it only simmers,

but sometimes it rips through

like a tornado, collecting tears

for its combustible elixir.

And we stalk its trail,

desperately

putting out the little fires

that leave us with blisters.

Sadness belongs here too.

It condensates on surfaces,

beading until the weight is too much

and it falls like rain from ceilings.

But together,

in time,

we find enough joy

to dance in the puddles.

For it is love that lights this place.

Each day it illuminates,

reflects off grubby floors and

bounces off mirrors and windowpanes.

Chasing away some shadows,

while inevitably creating new ones.

Because doing everything with love,

does not mean it will be perfect.

You see,

the mosaic of our home

changes every day.

Standing, despite it all.

And one day our children will go,

brick dust falling from their pockets,

leading them back

to their messy but wonderful beginnings.



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