Always the heart yearns homeward
to a bed with grooves that remembers you
enfolding us in a soft embrace.
to the favourite mugs
the only ones that make my tea and your coffee
to where the shadows are friendly and we can
find our way in the dark.
we have come full circle
and the next revolution
will be a peaceful one.
The comfort of home, simple and priceless. Glad you are both back safely in Dawson Creek.
This is very touching Linda – it’s always the small details in a poem that make it feel real to me. Here it’s the favourite mugs. Lovely.
Yep, I can empathise completely with all those sentiments (but I could not have expressed them anywhere near as beautifully)
Thank you Tony. Sometimes life forces us to wear a new set of lenses and we see things of immense beauty that were all around us all the time.