Home is the child

When I think of home

I think of a place that taught me love

I think of a snotty child in the arms of their mother

Home is the child

Full of germs

Unsure of why their body betrays them

Uncertain as to what this new experience is

Walking into the unknown seemingly alone

Home is the child

Toying with the goo of their boogers

Curiosity fuelling what appears disgusting to others

Home is the child

Hearing their mothers call

Chiding them

Guiding them

Blanketing them in a peaceful lullaby

An umbrella smile to catch the tears of distress

She showers you with an abundance of comfort

Warming you from within like the first time

You took that first bite of your favourite meal

Home is her smell

One that cannot be replicated by the finest perfumery

Home is the child

Learning love