The Comforts of Home

Fallen tears of Father Sky fell upon his love

as the ground slowly became a muddy ocean.

All the children of Mother Earth have gathered inside,

each having their share of the blue emotion.

I, myself, have done the same

but with a face beaming with gratitude.

Numerous blankets bundle me in a comfortable squeeze,

tucking me away in perfect solitude.

The air fills the house with potato soup,

forcing the stomachs of the inhabitants to rumble.

The smooth, hot liquid mollifies all satisfied bellies

while the crackers in every mouth start to crumble.

I flip up my laptop and awaken a film

to take me away from the overflowing land.

Whether it be adventures in space, sailing to uncharted worlds,

a misunderstanding in comedic fashion or finding love in one’s hand.

There’s only one thing missing from this gloomy, gray paradise.

Only one way to top this evening with a cherry.

A steaming cup of hot cocoa with marshmallows,

taking me away on a sweet, warm ride on a ferry.

Yes, this day may bring great sadness and despair

to both heaven and to some.

Despite the bleak, cloudy surroundings,

I found its silver lining through the comforts of home.