Heart of My Home
Avril Smith, C. Woodsmith

I had forgotten what springtime was like in the darkness
and so did all the flowers in their loam
but when the frost sheds its pearls
and the snowdrops unfurl
I feel the sun and it reminds me that I'm home

a home where I am at peace in my skin
a home that I can wrap myself up in
there are plenty of places that I've untied my laces
but only one of them is the heart of my home

Our muddy shoes sit by the door, one neat one in dis-order
and we nestle on the couch like a honeycomb
as the seedlings reach for the sky
I taste tomatoes in July
The smell of fresh baked bread reminds me that I'm home

a home where I am at peace in my skin
a home that I can wrap myself up in
there are plenty of places that I've untied my laces
but only one of them is the heart of my home