We Must Treasure The Benefit Of Our Homes Poem by Reginald Reid

WHAT IS LIFE WITHOUT A HOME

What is life without a home?
A refuge, a sanctuary to call your own.
A place where all is just for you,
where all important things are found
and precious treasures there abound.

Where those you love are all embraced
with close support in this special place.
A family enjoying good, enduring bad
together sharing, caring, growing
despite the future never knowing.

It's there that everything that fits
including clothes and where one sits
can easily be discovered and preferences are uncovered.
One's sense of art and right perspective
are revealed, balanced, by your own directive.

In one's own home you're King or Queen
as in your robes you're to be seen.
(with or without accoutrements) .
But should you choose to be defrocked
there's no one there who'll need be shocked.

A pet perhaps may join you there
and despite it shedding copious hair
it will offer all it's adoration to you as master of its nation.
And there you can enjoy respite from wily weather
while framed in windows you view your Never Never.

A home is where your garden grows
perhaps with veg in neat tight rows.
In shrubs and trees with other birds and bees
that's where the birds come swift in flight
to rest awhile or spend the night

In winter there's a fire to keep you warm
while you secreted from the storm
watch it all pass by as in the twinkling of an eye.
It's where from the kitchen, that special place,
come great aromas that tease the human race.

As all the seasons pass in line
You may pass the time supine,
or, invigorated energetically exercise frenetically
But of the seasons Spring is filled with life that's new
and desires of many kinds arise in you.

There is no other place like home
No matter where or far you roam.
The familiarity of your own safe place
wipes away all other feelings.
Relaxed, unhurried, easy comfort, your own sanctuary.