Musings

The sound of laughter, the clapping of hands
Raindrops racing each other down a window pane
Irrational exchanges with those special people
Warm hugs that smell of the same.
Steaming chai cups, with crisp biscuits and crisper conversations
Walks on the beach among fireflies
Old family superstitions to buy mental peace
Stories, excuses, or made-up white lies.
Simple delights like a piece of chocolate cake
The healing warmth of the 5 pm sun
Endless squabbles, debates and sounding of ideas
Memories, moments, magic and fun.
An old favourite song, suddenly playing on the radio
Graceful and beautiful, a grandmother's smile
A dusty bookshelf bearing childhood treasures
Cousins coming over to play and catch up for a while.
All these random pages of life, with twigs of rosemary between the folds
Bounded by strength, stability, security
To be able to dream and revel in an uncomplicated life
That is what, coming home is for me.