Homecoming,
a vacation from life
a trip to the past
and away from strife.
Settling in
to where you’ve been
but never far
from where you are.

You can’t go home
and you can’t stay here
and the streets you roam
are the truth you fear.
Your bed is made,
don’t be afraid
since home is here,
closer than it may appear.

© Autumn Siders 2018

My home is held together

with fur balls and feathers.

The four walls stay standing

with the force of laughter

and the pipes run freely

with the salty tears.

The lights run on coffee

and our one natural

source of heat

is love.

© Autumn Siders 2015