11/06/2021: A Poem for Getting the Keys!
How many feet have ambled - eyes homeward – through the avenue, Brushing tired legs through The flickering long grasses with boot-clad toes wading between the sea of bluebells. How many fingers have grasped and leant down on the door handles: shoulders against the wood: pressing a weary body into the warm and welcoming sensation of home? How many breaths have swept by in a sigh with whispered echoes of “I’m back home,” to an expectant house which replies, in its own way, “I know you may leave but don’t stay away.”