For Home.

Home.

Like an intimate friend greeting you again
A sigh of relief and release
of the unknown.

Here there is the light air of domesticity
and the crinkling of laughter.

Here is the openness of forgiveness and
the shoulder you can cry on.


A place where there is freedom in the kitchen
to create anything you like
to experiment with new and eclectic flavors
to burn the bottom of the pan and
begin anew.

To create and be created, again and again
Pleasant aromas wafting easy memories into consciousness.

Leave the door open
to the bedroom.

Forget to close the bathroom door.

Turn the lights off when you want to.
Stay up late to read a book without any
bothersome interruptions.


Walk around in a bathrobe
or nothing at all
just because
you can.

Be absent-minded, forgetful and at-a-loss for words.
Stumble, drop things, trip over your feet.
It's ok. These things happen.

Here you are free to be as witty, articulate and clever as you'd like...
Or not.

Wrap yourself in the comfort of familiarity
A resting place for weary feet

A pillow for your thoughts.

Home.