Home
Stomping into the house
Plunking my purse down
I stop and stand still
Waiting
There’s the hearth
Overflowing with warmth
The smell of cookies baking,
Lavender and bacon grease
tickle my nose
Chink, chink, chink as the dog
runs to greet me
My house is full
My stresses release
I am Home
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