Sprouted seedlings under grow lamps,
taller each day,
under her care,
born of her optimism and good energy,
and her desire to make a home,
to make her home complete.
She cleans and straightens,
yet those moments of satisfaction are fleeting,
anything alive continues to change,
and requires attention,
and so she cleans and straightens again.
Thank God she makes a home for me,
to grow deeper rooted in love,
to branch out toward what is new,
to absorb the good energy she carries.
My home is in her, with her heart,
and once more I can recognize
my savior in her,
and welcome Easter again.