The glorified napkin that gets thrown over a hook
at the end of each day, begging to be washed,
it is the young messy child who just wants
love, affection, and undivided attention.
It is the warmth of a summer day that simply
demands to be felt on your tanned skin.
It is the screeching breaks of a car that is
halting to a stop. It is climbing into the
inviting flannel sheets that long to hug you
after a hard day’s work. A post workout soreness
that will not allow you to forget your exhaustion.
It is a baby’s sweet laughter ringing through the halls.
Or it is the deteriorating spine of a well-loved novel
that pleads with you to read it just “one more time.”
The creaking of a rusty gate which pierces through
the still, summer air. It is a nap in a hammock—
hung delicately by the lake, swinging peacefully in
the soft breeze. Being pinched on the cheeks by
that aunt who maybe loves you a little too much.
Most of all, it feels like coming back home.