Where the heart is....

 

I cherish my home

with my belongings about me

Time spent reading, thinking

inspired moments to write

To ponder on the past as

if seeing a flickering screen

To appraise my books

portraits and photographs

Secure in a den

warm, self indulgent

safe and in tranquility

The door closes as a 

drawbridge leaving

a moat of division

There is an in and out

In is me and mine

I care not for out

Inside is my creation

a reflection of who I am

It speaks of me in

a way no other could

Curtains drawn as no 

view is needed

My autobiography not yet

written is here for publicatiion

A teddy bear, a crucifix

family photos in black and white

A mish mash of furniture

cushions, quilts and the like

Dictionaries, videos and 

empty wine bottles and

a secret drawer with a 

special store

Computer, key board and

easel with paper and

pastels

The distant sound of

traffic and voices as if

pre recorded

My realm, my home

where my soul does rest

There is no other