The Things You Miss

it’s funny the things that you start to miss –

a familiar bed, the books stacked up on the floor

a desk of one’s own

and a coffee pot in the morning.

An empty house and the wide open countryside

winter walks, dripping wet,

wellies caked in mud,

huddling by the AGA

and cooking, baking

to my heart’s content.

Last minute meals and easy cooking,

singing and dancing in the kitchen,

making something just because,

wandering around in dressing gowns

and drinking hot chocolate before bed.

the peace and quiet that comes with ‘home’,

but what is home, after all,

but those familiar things –

the things you start to miss

and crave to have around you again?


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