Woke up and reached out to my phone, there’s that lazy
uploading circle going round and round again.
What makes a house a home?
The instinctive hand gesture reaching out to click on the kettle
early in the morning,
Finding my cat hiding in the laundry basket,
Small burns on edges of new shiny pots and pans,
The familiar hum in the still of the night,
The take away down the road remembers your usual order,
Letting out along sigh of relief as you turn the key in the
door after a long day out,
Napping on the sofa,
Waking up ridiculously happy just thinking of the prospect
of breakfast.
This is home, I said to myself, this is home.
