That wall against which I rest my tired head
The last step sitting on which I stare blankly ahead
I see my dog curled for hours in his happy spot
From where he barks at neighbours no matter what
The soothing hum of gently falling rain
Sleepy at midnights I hear it time and again
All around is wild green grass I never did mow
I’ll throw away those sunflower seeds I never could sow
The kitchen was forever mine alone
I shared it with my dog for his meaty bone
Dirty dishes piled high in the large metal sink
A new carpet smudged with traces of blue ink
This dark room with posters on the wall
How I desperately wish I could take them all
Our special place where we can laugh or even cry
A wagging tail a cheery bark to always welcome us by
That whiff of comfort in the air as we finally walk inside
Home is where I sit however long I like by your side
An easel with a pretty painting half done
Canvas of memories of an eternity full of fun
Not once did I dust my neatly lined up books
Who does really care how a house looks
A home is a house and so much more
So what if it has a broken door and messy muddy floors
Some things you can not change.. some things you want never to change..
Beautifully written. A place to be yourself. A refuge even when the walls seem to close in around you.
Thank you Ruchi. So nice to continue seeing you here! Refuge is such a nice word you use. Yes, sometimes all the household chores get too much, but through it all there is that safe feeling of belonging somewhere that is home.