Here’s how I imagined it:
Take one house, preferably custom-built;
add careful wrought-iron fixtures and
a wooden spiral stair, ceiling-high bookshelves,
a garden filled with lavender and wisteria.
Place in a rolling yard backing onto rainforest,
a sandstone path meandering through,
a pond perhaps. Add ducks and koi last.
Reality is better though: take a small apartment,
gently fold in cats, a partner, a child.
Add a pinch of magic, warm snuggles,
as much love as you can handle,
the smell of a baby’s hair, smiles
and the look in your partner’s eyes
when he gazes on you both, tired but happy.
Rest for one hour and then let stew for a few years
until no juices run out when pressed.