Home

Home is where land meets the shore and the shore hugs the lake and where all the wild things roam At home the songbirds sing in the tall evergreens like pin-pricks of color in a sea of green Loons on the lake, books on the shelves, tea in the kettle and hearts in their place The sun shines from tall windows over hardwood floors the color of liquid honey. Home is where family gathers for sweet celebrations. The kitchen is filled with delicious smells, tastes and sounds; knives chopping, curry boiling and cookies baking Cardamom in the spice cupboard, bananas in a pottery bowl, and baking on the blue tiled counter. Arguing fills the air but love is still in the heart. Family at the door waiting with a warm embrace, a hug that fills the heart. Under the moon and under the sun still my house will stand.