moldy home

sleeping home

is like i remembered

the bed is broken

and the cupboards are starved

the expiration date looks good enough

to eat

sleeping home

is just like i remembered

my door is closed 

and my mother loves me

my bed is familiar with each twist and score

and never has any trouble 

putting a name to a face

Reviews

[Wolfwind Words]

This piece speaks to me about the feeling of safety and love that goes high and beyond any physical discomforts thrown into the mix. What doesn't kill us, makes us stronger and the love of a family takes the cake.

Great Poem!
Wolfie