I dream of the days I’m home

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When I start to think about home I imagine a clean and fresh scent as I walk through the front door. The first thing I want to do is remove my shoes to feel the solid floor. I breathe in a silence that sings serenity, and my muscles relax as I feel soothed already.

When I sit down, cluttering the table now with all that I brought through the door, I drift away into a peaceful rest that turns into sleep for an hour or more. Awake, I find my family beside me, mess cleaned caused by my arrival, with a smell in the air of fresh food. In the kitchen I look out to the garden, searching for the sight of my only son. I smile when I find him laughing with friends in the yard I’ve worked hard to give him- room for creativity, freedom to be loud and move.

When the dark of the evening settles, I feel a hug come from behind my waist and my husband starts to rub up and down my arms. I was tired from the day, but now there are no worries, not to be thought of anymore. The bedroom is inviting, the bubble bath hot with flames lining the tub, with flowers, too. When I slide underneath my covers I feel safe knowing the people I love are under my roof. The comforter heavy on my body feeling therapeutic in the cool under the whispering fan. I sleep and I dream of the days I’m home.

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Driveway

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When you are on the way I can just feel you getting closer to me. I’ll always want to hold your hand, and look at your smiling eyes.
And I promise to love you when all the lights are gone or too close. I am your hiding spot and you are my rock to cry under. Never want to fear you or give you a reason to fear me, we could be good enemies but I’d rather not.
When you are happy, I want to be the one you can’t wait to tell, be the one you can’t wait to see. When you are down I want to be the one to help you feel hope, and remind you of our promises. When you arrive, I stand up and I run.

 

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