Thursday, April 2, 2026

16) Home is where the hearth is.


The fire burned brightly in the hearth

A warm reassuring glow.

A welcome home on a stormy night

Dry and safe we know. 


No matter the rain that battered

Or the wind’s ferocious roar

We knew that we’d be safe and warm

Once we had closed our door.


But now the door is under threat

The roof is under attack

The walls are starting to crumble

Will safety be coming back?


All that we knew has all gone

All that we understood

All that we cherished so fervently

Is seemingy gone for good.


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