As the evening dawns, I can’t wait to go home
To my own little square of earth, under my own sacred dome
I am eager for the day’s care to be erased
To be blanketed in love, to be embraced by a friendly face
I feel solace when the warm familiar sights meet me
I am myself again when the cheerful homey sounds greet me
The slippers on the floor
The flowers by the door
The whistling of the kettle
The jingling of the rattle
I can’t wait to hear child’s feet patter
I am restless to hear the sing song chatter
I am the Queen of the Castle, ruling with a Lord
Both tied by love, both tied by life’s happy cord
This is my world, the universe that relaxes me
When the demand of the other taxes me
As evening dawns, I can’t wait to go home
To my own little square of earth, under my own sacred dome
M.A. this is a really beautiful poem, written with gratitude and love for the comforts of your home. To quote 'Here's me looking at you, and here's you looking at me, at the end of a wonderful day.' Warm wishes Bob
beautifully written....a true, poetic and charming depiction af the rush back home....how restless is man...in a constant turmoil...always looking out for the newness in things...yet home remains a comfy corner where the familiar reigns supreme...where it is welcome and souhgt hey MA here get this ten...u deserve it...and cheers too
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
If anyone doubted the meaning of the word 'Home', MA has supplied us here. If you never owned one, MA makes you miss your own, your own piece of earth with flowers strewn to welcome you at the end of a puzzling day. Thanks MA, I think I should find my way home! Simple and down-to-earth but not naive. I love the way you arrange your words.