“This is the time I will look back on fondly,” I think sometimes, 

However difficult, however—dare I say it—unprecedented it may be, however unconventional (or is there such a thing as convention these days?) to live 

At home. aren’t I lucky mine is a home that

Nurtures my mind, heart, soul, wit, patience, and artistry (and challenges all of those too)? a family that 

Knows me as all that I am and am not and still says, 

“Yes, you are ours.”

Once in a while, I catch her presence—the ghost of future me looking in the window,

Understanding as she does that these are the people who mattered most to her anyway.