“When I grow up
I will have my own house.”
Her inner voice would repeat
“My own place, yes
complete with a pet.”
Her childhood dream.
Closing the door to what ailed her,
She wished away the years
She plotted, “Now I’ll sneak around. . .
A little cape may do.”
Marriage, children, work.
The little house served the family well.
The family thrived,
The home owner, however
her dream, not quite fulfilled.
Years of banter
as it was no longer a decision
She struggled. “Maybe, I’ll sneak around
to find a dwelling
a quiet little block
quaint and serine
A lovely neighborhood
it might just work
They all agreed.
Long settled in their home
they are getting older now
which is presenting new questions
about their abode
This dream of childhood is returning
to the center of their attention.
When does a person own a house
When does a house ‘own’ its owner?
They have no answers right now.
But she is coming to realize
the dream is not about the house
rather the memories that are formed inside.