Home Poem by Vera Sidhwa

Warm hearth and table tops reflecting,
Orange and yellow jumping flames.
My hand holding an apple,
And crunching, crunching and scrunching.
My home.

Steamy doors of my shower,
Springtime front garden flower.
A garden filled with so much overflow,
In which everything can grow.
My home.

My heart, your heart beating in synchrony,
Us sitting arm in arm on our sofa.
In the kitchen, eating bread and honey.
The aromatic room.
My home