just flame beneath the kettle,
and in letters carefully kept.
In my hands, a book--
and a good dog curled behind my knees.
Is it enough?
It will have to be.
Other loves may fail us.
we have soft familiar blankets,
for Mama Zen's Words Count. Describe a home in 48 words or less. This poem is 48 words exactly, and the picture is of a house on wheels.