Awaiting

Home holds you in its forgiving embrace, Mending all your batterings and bruises. Home welcomes you to a familiar hallway, Silken voices conversing in the kitchen. Home sits next to your grandma at dinner, Belly-laughs traversing through the room. Home gratefully pens festive boxes, Sitting gently under the reassuring Fir. It rests with you on the dewy lawn, Laughing jokingly at your ice-cream moustache It is the first rays of hopeful light, Touching the neglected walls of a dark room. It generously sweetens the golden honey, Cascading down the bear’s fuzzy chin. It dashes with the little rabbit, After waiting for winter’s sorrow to melt away. Home is a feeling. When the butterfly gently lands on the flower, Enveloping itself in the sun’s brilliant warmth. When graceful tides sweep upon the beach, Taking back all the fish led astray. When a little kitten curls herself on home’s lap, Slowly closing its eyes in peace. Home is benevolent. Home holds you in its forgiving embrace, Welcomes you to a familiar hallway, Sits with your grandma at dinner, Gratefully opens festive boxes, Rests with you on the dewy lawn, Is the first rays of hopeful light, Sweetens honey for the bear, And dashes with the little rabbit, Home awaits.