“you made it through the day! good job,”
she says as I stroll through the door
rows of beads hanging from the door frame
brushing the snow off my coat

she ruffles my hair as I take a seat by the fire
the winter melting off like icicles in the springtime
the windows enchanted- showing figments of my imagination
of summer days long gone

the pastel skies glimmer in her eyes
as she brings over a feathered blanket
and drapes it over our shoulders, snuggling close
wishing that we could take these wings and fly away
to a better place one not so drab and dry

am I right where I should be?
flames dancing like I wish I could
straying far from the paved path

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