Today: I collect my list.

My list of many things for the future;

And though all these things may be small, they complete my plan, of growing up.

Pots and pans, plates and spoons;

What would a home be without the simple things?

These things I can plan, I can collect and save up for the moment I say goodbye to my families finances.

And then there’s one left, one simple square box;

One simple wooded shape with something missing inside…

Oh this frame, this beautiful frame has no color no form, no picture in between.

And then I realize the things I can’t plan, the things I cannot hold in my mind as a promise, but this that is filled with hope.

Hope that I may one day fill my picture frame.

Hope that one day I see a man, kids, house…

See, this is something I cannot plan; for I cannot plan fate.

But one day, my picture shall be framed, my family should be with me, and my appliances I’ve saved for my future, lay deeply in my kitchen, for that, is my is my hope.