Nothing Happens at Home - Poem
Nothing Happens at home.
No demands or job descriptions.
No mandatory interactions or ceremonies.
My home is a place where warmth is the hourly rate and comfort is my job.
I can read books in silence.
I can write epic stories no-one will ever read.
My home is the place I can discover my real self.
My home is the place I can be the strongest man in the universe or the bubbliest man in the tub.
I can cuddle my cat and tell her she's loved now.
I can watch my turtles swim in silent sploshes.
My home is full of things I can eat, without ever checking the labels.
My home is the place my family can always find me, it's my lighthouse when life's a storm.
I can lose myself in a record.
I can sit quietly at my desk.
My home is the place I will always be missing.
My home is the centre of the universe.
I can forget that all else exists.
By John-J Anderson
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