The five senses of home
A poem of home
Home is seeing my bed after being away for a weekend
It's having a zoom call with my family because I couldn’t go home for Christmas
It's seeing pictures of my childhood home and how my room remains the same
It's reading an email from my dad updating me about his goings-on always signed with love
It's my dog’s tail wagging when I come back from work
Home is the taste of Christmas ham that melts on my tongue
It's a mouthful of homemade vegetable soup on a frigid winter’s night
It's the first sip of coffee with the sleep still in my eyes
The gooey sweetness of a deep-fried chocolate bar from the chippie with the faded menu photos
Home is the heat from my significant other sleeping next to me
The sand beneath my toes at the beach
The sting of the saltwater
The warmth of the sun on my skin
The touch of my coziest jumper
The feel of fresh sheets
It's the heat from a woodfire warming my back
Home is a storm’s rage where the rain beats against the window
It's the laughter between my sibling and me as we catch up over the phone
It's the buzz of a tattoo machine
It’s the playlist my best friend and I made for when we hang out
Home is the smell of rain making contact with the earth
It's the scent of freshly mowed grass
It’s the smoke from a bonfire getting blown in my face
It’s the aroma of my nana’s perfume
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About the Creator
Ashlea Bicknell
Writing has always been and will continue to be one of my biggest passions
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