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.”