I come home to a clean house.
plates of cookies.
a pot roast in the oven.
she greets me at the door with love.
the dog barks, his tail
a fan
against the blue sky.
the boy leaps into my arms,
the daughter too.
I am missed. I am beloved.
all is well with the world.
home
is where I need to be.
home sweet home. at last.
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