“Charity starts at home,”
And beauty also. 
Your golden hair
Lying straight and smooth,
Your smile, your touch –
It hasn’t been so long
And yet, a lifetime.
Smell of home
Breeds contentment,
Soft pillows on
A firm bed, comfort.
Leaving is
A necessary portion
And a goodness,
But nothing fits
Like coming home again.
The Bipolar Dance
coming to you from the edge of surreality
Yes! There’s nothing like home
A standing ovation to that!
glad to see a post from you. I miss you when you are in a different place and not writing.
Thank you, Carla. Your comment makes me feel good. I will be writing more now, I promise!