I would mop up this cheer if I could

And there’s a lot of it

I know it doesn’t seem like there’s all that much

The poems don’t always show the crow’s feet

But I’m happy as a wild mountain stream, it’s true

I wasn’t even home when that wall was painted

I wasn’t even around when this house was built

It’s so much more than I ever thought I would own

I have the ability to be pleased with so much less

So it’s not hard for me to be content

With what I would leave in a moment

If a call came to plant flowers elsewhere

I know nothing about roots, about tradition

I know nothing about home, or settling down

So, one million snap shots does suffice for life

And I honestly do love every single one