The rustling leaves of a eucalyptus;
The lingering tingle of morning kisses;
Hummingbirds bathing in a sage fountain;
Hollywood at the top of our mountain;
Bedroom darkness behind canvas drapes;
Little vines striving to deliver our grapes;
Cool wood floor warmed by the sun;
A glittering skyline when day is done;
The musk of espresso rich in the air;
Just enough couch for two cats to share;
Artichoke triplets nearly ready to eat;
The scratched tabletop where we rest our feet;
An open glass door with breeze blowing through.
Home is the space where I can be true.
More than a place.
My home is you.
The lingering tingle of morning kisses;
Hummingbirds bathing in a sage fountain;
Hollywood at the top of our mountain;
Bedroom darkness behind canvas drapes;
Little vines striving to deliver our grapes;
Cool wood floor warmed by the sun;
A glittering skyline when day is done;
The musk of espresso rich in the air;
Just enough couch for two cats to share;
Artichoke triplets nearly ready to eat;
The scratched tabletop where we rest our feet;
An open glass door with breeze blowing through.
Home is the space where I can be true.
More than a place.
My home is you.
4 comments:
YAY!
What a beautiful sentiment for his birthday- so glad you participated.
Happy Birthday Mr. W!
(Aries unite!)
What a lovely poem!
Lovely!
Happy birthday, Mr. W!
Absolutely lovely, Mel. What a great tribute!
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