Home Sweet Home

Home Sweet Home Hausfrau swirls her supple plus blouse Over twin scents of caramel and chocolate Memories baking for a half dozen gleeful children Elated to be racing up the driveway to a fairy tale. Singing barely heard above the brass section Works the dough with metallic taps and touches Ever so precise in their shaping of Elegant jewels from a warm heart To pass on a museum of priceless memories. Her beacon smile and broad beckoning arms Open the doorway wider than any storybook Mother now, daughter still, she wipes her eyes quickly Eternally indebted to this apparition she has always called: “Home”.