Nothing Happens at Home - Poem

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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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