A Home For You

I approach my front door. Numb toes. Runny nose. Wet face. Half from the storm, Half from my tears, For you. As I enter my home, Warm air floods my body. I scurry upstairs like a mouse. Today, I see this place in a different way. It’s where I play. It’s where I stay. It’s where I pray. It’s my nest when I’ve gone astray. And it’s my greatest blessing. The shelter of my house protects me, But it is the embrace of my home That replenishes me with Strength, security, acceptance, and love I close my door and my eyes. I wrap myself in my favourite blanket. Silently, I cry. I cry. I cry. For you suffer on the street. No refuge from the sleet. Nothing to eat, And nowhere to retreat. For you have no home. A knock at my door, My Mom comes in. Her warm bear-hug goes a long way. “It’s not fair,” I declare, As she strokes my hair. “Why do they have no home? No spot to call their own. They are strong, But human. We all need a place To show our true face, To feel welcomed and safe. For housing is a right. No one deserves To sleep on a sidewalk At night…” Mom holds me close and whispers “Maybe there’s something you can do. After all, Generosity is a virtue…” I have an idea. And later that day, I walk down the street, Through the rain. There you are, Sitting on the corner, Cold and wet. I hand you my coat, And even though it’s old and tattered, Your smile tells me You are overjoyed. I think of the future, When eventually one day, Because of this poem, You’ll have a secure place to stay!