- Linda
Words of Home
Home.
A word as round and soft as new buns
Still warm. Enjoyed with a glass of milk.
Thru an opening a springy breeze runs.
It's touch fresh and delicate like clean silk
Home.
Where Fridays are cozy and Saturdays are sweet
Charming little secrets peeking out of drawers
Welcoming a hot cup of coffee with a treat
Granny's dreams crumbles onto laps and floors
waiting for me at h o m e
roaring winds and hepatica sky
high and fluffy clouds like foam
vanilla cream on blueberry pie
delicious weather dipped in gloom
always there to match my mood
gales carrying fresh lilac perfume
thrives on inspiration, forgets about food
They follow me around. Getting nearer
I remember softfloored woods
hugging their misty mirror
rooms of my echoing childhoods
h o m e.
