Come Home

I live in a house.
But, really, the house lives in me.
The house is me.
I am home.

To know me,
Come into my house.
Walk through my door,
You will be inside me.
You will know,
What’s under my skin.

Smell my cooking,
You will feel my breath.
Touch my walls,
You will feel my heart.

My house has
It’s own personality.
It talks to me, and
It laughs with you,
When it cracks.

I am on solid foundation.
I will never falter.
I will never fail.
And my house shall,
Always have an open door.

This is Mag 29. Every week we are invited to write a story, a snipped or a poem. This is my 2nd poem… I love writing these short stories. It reminds me of what I loved most of in high school, which was the creative writing our English teachers always asked of us.


13 thoughts on “Come Home”

  1. nice. there is something about inviting someone in, eating a meal together that does imply and intimacy…you took that to a new level…and i like the open door…nice magpie


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