Homecoming

A hot cup of tea on a maudlin day,

The heat of the mug seeping through to bone,

Wrapped inside a comforting blanket,

Watching the heavy rain fall.

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A musty tome in a golden garden,

Feet pressed to the dewy earth,

Witness to a lone bumblebee contemplating the flowers,

The Sun hot against baking skin.

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An open sketchbook on an oaken desk,

Watercolours poised to pounce,

A familiar scent burning,

As the last rays of sun filter through the blinds.

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Home is the feeling,

Of where you belong most,

It can’t be pinned to only one place,

As you continue to grow.

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A loved one beside you,

Hands clasped tightly,

Sat watching the world turn,

The love there a silent promise.

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Laughter in abundance,

Family spinning past,

A tapestry of love,

Togetherness rich and bold.

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A strong embrace,

Comforting and familiar,

Beautiful in its normality,

As tears fall in safety.

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Home is the souls collected,

On the journey of our lives,

Visited through memory,

Showing, you belong.