Home

I open the door and a pleasant smell eases my heart

the warmth that reminds me of a precious work of art

as I walk in further I get a overload of hellos and hugs

and my mother puts in my hands a warm Christmas mug

we stay up all night sharing stories of our past

and it seems that this feeling will forever last

at around three am we say our good nights

and I crawl into my bed as my mother turns off the lights

I close my eyes and start to dream of wonderful things

like of what tomorrow will bring

all I know is that I am in my home

and now that I am here I will never be alone