Though not being an identified card expert

Did certainly know what a ‘Full House’ conveyed

So was well prepared when

My own house was FULL

Oh how to paint this picture for you

In many ways nothing new

Multiple style changes and moves

Had ensured the house was well packed

With seemingly nothing missing

In any room

But lurking in the attic or basement

Potential replacements too cute

To leave in the consignment store

Thought my house was full then

But a child divorces

Enough said, out with the old

But my precious Mother-in law passes

And the flood of memories cascade

Even I feel at peace sleeping

In a bed bought in 1952

Finally I have my Full House

FXC 1/20/2020

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