A warm welcome at the door.
Dinner in the oven,
The dog sprawled on the floor.
The washing piled high.
Kid's grubby fingerprints,
Mum ironing nearby.
A bag for his head.
A photo of his child,
Held as he lays in a tent.
A heartbeat in the womb.
Warm and safe,
Connected as two.
A tin shed on a farm.
Tears of joy from rain,
The whole town shares a yarn.
The rise and fall of his chest
She lays and listens.
The lullaby of his heartbeat,
Puts her to rest.
A canopy of branches.
A playground for monkeys,
Safeguarded from hunter's glances.
Crammed in with no space.
All of them together,
Share a familiar face.
Confused and scared,
A child enters the house.
A couple awaits,
hopeful and prepared.
Home is shelter.
But more than a feeling.
It's a sense of belonging,
It keeps you believing.
Even in peril,
Where a home is less,
Home is wherever you lay your head.
About the Creator
The Cheffy Poet
Words for me, are what spices are for chefs.
Without them, many delicious recipes would not exist.
Without words, books would be empty.
My name is Amelia, this is the part of my journey where I see how far my passion takes me.
Come join me!
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