When you enter my flat
And wipe you feet on the mat
She will welcome you with a smile
And you will forget your journey of all the mile.
She holds my childhood and boyhood
She is my hiding place if I need a hood
From the chore and melancholy of life daily–
A warmth she carry, a tenderness she carry
And it will get spread on you
when you visit my flat…will you?
National Poetry Writing Month Day#25: A Poem on Emotional Relationship that People have with Particular Kinds of Spaces
I’m not a good photographer so apology for the images being not so good. The featured image is from April 2017 (taken a few days back for the World’s Book Day).