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.

4 comments:

j said...

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

Anonymous said...

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

Katie Dicesare 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.

Reflections Magazine editor said...

Wonderful...just wonderful.