You close your eyes and envision the sun glistening through the corner windows
I close my eyes and envision the sun peeking through the gingham curtains
The rays brighten a modest, humble home
Scintillating a young small diamond
Lighting up a newborn’s face with my eyes
A jazz record begins to spin
The pages begin to turn
The smell of cinnamon emerges from the oven
The aroma summoning footsteps
Swift, small footsteps
The heartbeat of the home
We say a prayer, hand in hand
Then indulge in the sweet goodness
of the newest creation in my kitchen’s bakery
Flour on my hands, hair tied up in a bun
I melt into a smile, looking at the man who said, “I do”
Surrounded by four blessings, in a house of even more
But as I open my eyes to reality
I find peace in this picture
A depiction of the calling I heard long ago
“Just because my dreams are different than yours doesn’t mean they’re unimportant”
~ Louisa May Alcott
UF PRISM 