I am grateful for the little things,
But it doesn’t stop me wanting more.
My wants are for our safety.
Those feelings in my core.
Long gone are the days of wanting,
The prestigious, the something better.
As I look at the reminders of the glamorous past,
I am happy to forget her.
I have no real urge for competition,
To compare myself, or what I own.
I am proud of things I’ve made,
Of repairs that I have sewn.
My joy is in the little things,
But I will always ask for more.
My needs are her joy and our safety.
Those feelings are my core.
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