More Than That

My life was very, very small before you died.  I wanted a home- very badly.   You know that.

I wanted another child.

I wanted to be comfortable.

I wanted to have it “together.”

That seems, now, not unimportant or invalid, but simply-

small.

I do not think I want less now, but more.

Not a bigger house, or more money…not to have it any more “together,”

but more…more.

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