Heading Towards

I am heading towards a place ,I feel secure and safe.

Where I am compfortable, to go room to room,or see a familiar face.

Where I can lay down and have a good sleep.

Where my personal things are kept safe and neat.

Structures around me, protection from fear.

Relaxing and enjoying music in my ear.

Where my friends and family come for tea.

Where in my heart I can be me.

A place where I know , I belong.

Like John Denver sang in his song.

A home, or mine in this case.

Just isn’t a place.

It’s a feeling in my heart.

Together or apart.

When I am there.

Or above in the air.

I know it’s waiting for me.

To go back to where I love to be.

I have Victorian furniture in my living room.

A quilt being made on a loom.

Hardwood floors.

Dark wooden doors.

A garden I plant, flowers blossom each day.

Pictures I paint in a unique way.

Pillows my mom tatted for me.

A lifetime of love and lots of history.

Pictures scattered on each wall.

Antique furniture in my hall.

Books on a shelf, candles for light.

Large windows to make each room bright.

Historical but yet it’s what I love.

Just as much as the sounds in the morning of a dove.

Home is different for everyone.

My home, is a place I love and a place of fun.

The welcome mat awaits for you.

Feel free to drop by, coffee or tea will be waiting and always lots to do.

HOME SWEET HOME