no place like home

no place like home
the cupboards hold your favorite tea
full fat yogurt is in the frig
and there are still raspberries out
on the west side of the house.
here, the bed is soft and the
sheets smell just right, my bike
sits waiting patiently for me
outside for the next adventure,
or for going back to work
after all, I do have a job to return to,
no place like home, where everything
is just where you want it, you can
wear more than one thing and
your underwear have not been
washed in a far away sink and dried
over a railing, home is where
the heart is, there is no place
like home.