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Home is Where

Home is where
your first and lost loves linger
the scent of Cusson’s Imperial Leather
and lavender, like a silken scarf
curls and twines around your head, 
her marshmallow touch,
teasing your memory.

Home is where
fresh baked bread and apple pie,
 jams and jellies, all cooling
in the afternoon’s mellow light,
greet you coming there
when school is out
and saffron yellow butter melts
on a fresh cut welcome scone

Home is where 
dreams are born
waking in the morning sun,
fresh and frisky,
brimming with light and hope,
unfettered by failure,
treachery or disappointment,
ripe and blooming with possibility.

Home is where
memories fragment,
like packing boxes,
broken, confused, 
their contents lost
while you search for a thought,
a hook to hang a hat.

Home is where,
past follies, misdemeanours 
and careless adventures
echo down the streets and lanes,
tip tap in your footsteps,
flit through the shadows,
in the corners, out of sight,
in your mind’s eye.

Home is where
brooding menace waits,
the bogeymen of childhood terror,
with menacing patience
until childhood play abates,
there, in the shadow under the bed
and behind the wardrobe door,
slightly ajar.

Home is where 
the slap of tiny feet
on a kitchen floor,
telling you home
 is where you’re happy,
but there’s no notch on your compass
to point you there.

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