Where we love is home-
home that our feet may leave,
but not our hearts.
Oliver Wendell Holmes
Soft morning light falls
Across my table
Homely, homemade, homespun,
homegrown,
Home sweet home
Filled with things I love:
Wicker baskets,
Old vases, wood, cloth,
Books, babies,
Fleeting flowers, plaids.
Light sweetens simple
Everyday things.
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