Monday, August 25, 2008

Home

Your kitchen window, the birdfeeder hanging in view,
and the cardinals’ daily visit
your favorite coffee mug and the spot on the counter for your vitamins
your sturdy wooden table in the sunniest room –
vibrant green hanging plants at every window
your laundry room and pantry where you’ve established order and plenty
your notebooks and pens, ready to create, your office wall of picture frames
your bookshelves, waiting
your dog, begging for attention, and your cat, rubbing up against your legs
your own mashed-up squishy pillow
and the old comforter that feels like silk on your feet
your side of the bed
your night stand and about-to-topple-over stack of books
your small lamp and the click at the end of your day.

5 comments:

Jennifer said...

Paradise is nice for a while, but there's not place like home ...

liza said...

cute poem. i agree with jennifer, there's really no place like home :)

Mel Avila Alarilla said...

Yes, that summarizes your home and how you feel for it. It is your own domain and your room is your inner sanctum. Everything in your house describes your life, from your husband to your son to your dog and cat and from all the little nooks and crannies in your house. It makes you the way you are. Thanks for painting your home in your poem. I really appreciate that. God bless you and your fasmily always.

katied said...

A comforting poem. My cozy classroom would fit into my version since that's where I am now that school has started. Thanks for sharing.

The Fearless Blog said...

Wonderful...just wonderful.