540. paula + ted

the sun envies your warmth,

birds jealous of your nests.

your door always open,

makers of a true home

no matter the city, farm,

coastline, lake, or road.

always an extra chair,

another plate, cold beer.

the bed always made

in case it gets late.

more logs for the fire

so our stories can burn

for a few hours longer,

laughter in our guts,

hurting our cheeks.

dna means nothing,

you are our family.