POEM OF THE DAY
March 11
Our three-year-old asks,
“Are we going to the home now?”
The Home.
He seems to be invoking some ideal of home,
the hearth glowing golden and warm,
not the messy house we live in.
He will learn to say it right someday,
but I will never correct him.
Our three-year-old asks,
“Are we going to the home now?”
The Home.
He seems to be invoking some ideal of home,
the hearth glowing golden and warm,
not the messy house we live in.
He will learn to say it right someday,
but I will never correct him.