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.