A Child’s Solace

I moved houses,

Like most people changed clothes.

None of them were mine,

And none of them were home.

But in each of these houses,

There was one place I craved.

To be hidden amongst the clothes,

In my own little cave.

I would crawl onto the folded piles,

Book and torch in hand.

And when the door was closed,

I’d be transported to my own sheltered land.

Each new house was in a different town,

Far away from the one that came before.

But when I sat in my sacred cave,

They would all blend into one.

And I could pretend,

Just for a moment,

That I had a home to call my own.