Furry Snuggles
One hundred words to define four letters.
Home is what is known.
Other cultures, other
eras, unknown and
different.
None are
home.
Talk
a minute more your voice
sounds like home.
Air full with
lavender and
lemons
Jokes
understood
On the inside
Claimed
Company-manners
stored away
Favorite people
congregate, and linger.
Coffee
Furry snuggles
Bowl on the counter to catch the drip, I know exactly where to put it.
Patch the roof again, spray the ceiling white again.
Pop-tarts in the pantry
butter on the table
Fan blades whirling,
One in every room.
I know just where to hit the one that's squeaking.
Senses happy
Home.
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