fresh baked cookies.
and a big bite for a happy tummy
it isn’t a warm cup of coffee that greets me
it isn’t a comfy sweater and fuzzy socks
it isn’t the front door that’s left wide open
it isn’t the bed that has extra blankets in the winter time
it isn’t the smell of freshly cleaned towels
and it isn’t a bed time story before my eyes get heavy for the night
you’d like to think so
but no
it’s the instrument of conversation that dances through the hallways
it’s the loud passion that anger has sometimes with a side of honesty
it’s a wide open window on a stormy eve with jazz to accompany it’s booms
it’s the watered footprints after a warm lavender bath and the smell of a blown out candle
it’s a kitty’s purr that may as well shake the whole house with her comfort
and it’s those just because chocolate chip cookies at 8 am in the morning
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