Daydreaming

When we first moved to Knoxville,

seven years ago,

I would drive by this house often.

It was for sale.

One time during an open house

I went inside and dreamed of buying it,

and filling it with foster children.

There are about 12 spacious rooms

each with its own bathroom.

Filling the house with children

seemed the only alternative

when thinking of the

only other choices

I could figure:

Being occupied by

a small family with two children

or a bed and breakfast.

As I walked through the spacious kitchen,

I imagined a bunch of sets of little hands

pitching in at family meal time.

And as I left,

I pictured the porch swing.

I would have to install one.

But, there would be a swing.

Because that is how my daydream

always ends.

Me and LeGrand

sitting on the swing

watching our posterity

play on the lawn.

I love my husband.

He is the man of my dreams.