Home, I Stand Alone Poem by Ken e Hall

I stand alone I am yours
My beauty held in awe the anchor,
The place to get back to, my pad, home
A Reflection of self images covers my walls,
The colours are me, my comfort my likes.
My door closes behind me
Security seeps into your mind,
Keeping out would be strangers
Beggars and would be sales ladies,
It will only open by invitation.
A kettle whistles singing its invitation
Cleverly standing next to the tea caddy,
I obey with no restraint addicted
To the command... armchair tea tasting,
Carries air from my mouth...aaaaaahh,
A political doorknockers knock receives deaf ears,
More air leaves my mouth...aaaaaahh.
My door opens two children run in
Followed by a big man smiling
He smells the tea; he will get his just desserts
For he is the King of the castles washing up,
The sun goes down my curtains drawn
Everything is snug and warm,
My stairs gently creek
As all the family climb up to go to sleep,
In my little piece of heaven...safe and sound
No noise, only the ticking of the clock,
Annoying the little spider sitting on top.