Coming home

We've been away from home for 6 days,  on Lundy Island which has very limited phone reception and no WiFi,  so I'm a bit behind with posting my poems.  I have written one a day though,  so I'll put those written on lundy in one big post.  

Tomorrow I'll be back doing the Napowrimo prompts, but for today,  I've allowed myself to write about that warm feeling you get when you come home. 

When leaving the luxury of some hotel,
Or bidding a ship a fond farewell,
I'm reassured by the familiar smell,
When I come home. 

The dent that greets me in my chair,
The creak on the penultimate stair,
My mugs, my bed, my stuff everywhere,
All tell me, welcome home. 

Going away is fun, it's true,
Especially when people take care of you,
But it's been said before, it's nothing new,
There's no place like home.

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