Home

I walk in through the battered door

And the smell of home drifts towards me

I hear my dog's footsteps padding on the floor

When I am home, I am finally free

I plunge my face into my pillow

I smell the softly laundered padding

My hair, it seems to billow

Out on the soft fabric of the bedding

I come into the kitchen

What is that smell? My mother's dishes

The steaming, bubbling pots are filled to the top

When my mother cooks, hunger diminishes

Home's most important smell of all

Is the scent of a loved one's hug

The warm embrace, a caring face

And the feeling of being safe and snug

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