Crown molding makes me feel complete,
when I look at a room with a bottom and top...
the way darker-edged coloring on a page looks
fancy.
And wistfully professional.
Corner-less blankets make me feel complete.
Today at her baby shower all those stiff edges were gone
like folded over pages and relaxed puppy ears.
That bundler fits.
Hard back books, the month of November,
the memories and scents are almost solid enough
to lean on.
Close your eyes and relish the existence of.
It's the way the world turns its head
to what matters.
The way the Cozy soaks up the houses and the
stewards inside.
The way the oranges smell spiced and golden,
the way everyone burrows into home,
enchantment, victorious living and being together.
Like it's a gift.
Like it's our gift.
Better than gold,
warmer than glory.
We matter to love.
Rich as the deep of the deep,
clear as the breath in our baby lungs.
There is a crown molding,
a bottom and top.
A picture drawn fancy as the stars,
prestigious by the heavens maker.
Small, seemingly inconsequential gifts,
handmade to fit our little bodies.
Give us comfort, keep us safe.
Truth abundant.
Nourishment sweet.
To welcome home.
Complete.
Complete.
Complete.
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