We each require a ‘home’.
Somewhere tangible,
shelter from the elements,
taste and sound of comfort.
Privacy to exist within,
body and mind unmolested,
quenching the fires.
Memories braided thru a trellis of roses,
earth scents breaking a seal,
enchantments amongst dreams.
‘Our home ‘, our inner sanctum,
a cherished rest place,
returning towards heart…
– Laila Wah
03/09/2021 copyright