My Stuff

I look around at all my stuff On table, shelf or wall And can't resist a smile because I really love it all. A home reflects just who we are So how it is designed Lets all who enter have a glimpse Of how we're self-defined. Except, of course, if all the stuff Is just one person's taste. My husband, if he had the chance, Would have it all replaced. In marriage, though, we compromise And if we care enough, We learn to live with how our spouse Delights in all her stuff.