In Our Dream House

by Sophia Lewis

My love, we can discuss
the differences between eggshell 
and ivory and fantasize 
about kitchen renovations 
all we want, but 
none of that really matters
because in our dream house…

There will be philodendrons
growing up the walls
to catch the sunbeams 
pooling on the rugs, 
absorbed by fluffy cats.
There will be music 
from our throats,
we sing because we are safe.
We will dance in the kitchen
where you cook and it always smells
like berry pies and cardamom.
There will be Audrey Hepburn movies
to watch on Friday nights with popcorn 
and pancakes to eat on Sunday mornings.
There will be so many books 
scattered throughout the house 
by children whose interests change
faster than their feet can carry them 
into the backyard
where they will play 
among the flowers and bees
and tomatoes.

And I will write us stories
about happy people
and never again dwell 
on the distant memory 
where I was not.

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Sophia graduated from Pacific University with a BA in Creative Writing. She lives in Oregon with her fiancé and works as a dyslexia tutor. While she only writes poems once in a blue moon, she is currently querying her (hopefully) debut novel and writing her next. This poem is Sophia's second publication and plans for there to be many more.