I remember the hazy sun
How it filtered through the
Thrift store curtains
The billows of incense smoke
Held by freshly stained wood
That swirled through the rooms
Of laughter
Mostly
Screaming
Sometimes
The sun would catch you
At just the right moment
All your stress and worry
Evaporated
With the music
That always welcomed you home
Your gauzy skirt
With rainbow metallic threads
Caught the light
As you danced around the room
Forgetting your long
Nights of working doubles
Just to barely get by
The two children
That were always hungry
And begging for your attention
Would stop in their tracks
And watch you in awe
Stunned by your beauty
But most importantly
Your freedom.
