After a Long Day

I greet my small, humble home like and old friend, light

Scented candles and start dinner, and home smells like

My childhood home, a collection of smells and ideas

That molded me as I grew.

That I carry proudly now. 

“Don’t worry about being rich, just be happy.”

My grandmother told me, over and over. 

And she was right. Happiness is made, not earned. 

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