As we sit among our homemade hearth,
Letting white sound wash over the silence,
I look at the constructed jumble of colour,
Reminded of how far the simple joys in life can take us.
This puzzle called life,
So alike the jumble of cardboard on the table.
But you've taught me how to sort through all the pieces,
To pick out the edges and slowly work in to see the whole picture.
Sometimes we rage,
The picture not looking how we'd like it to,
But we must return to slot the remaining pieces in their place,
Turning the incomplete mess into a construct of complicated beauty.
You've taught me that the pieces don't always make sense,
Not on their own, anyway.
But when we all come together,
Trading smiles instead of screams,
All of our little pieces make this one big beautiful picture.