There’s No Place Like Home

A garden for eternal seeds

Espresso beans crunch; a remedy for exhaustion

Flour on the counters and bread in the oven 

Crumbs on the rug and blocks under the couch

Ordinary Thursdays; precious memories 

 

But he crawls over the crumbs

He smiles at the messes

He plays with the flour

And squeals in the kitchen

He ignores the load and plays with the laundry  

Fragile vessels scooting, crawling, walking

Slow days and fast seasons 

Nothing like being with your children 

 

The washing machine tumbles

The dishwasher purrs

The vacuum inhales—I exhale

Ordinary Tuesdays; precious memories 

 

Home grows slowly; a little each day

We sway back and forth as we learn to dance in the rain

Home—a shelter for the weary and heavy laden 

A garden for eternal seeds

 

Built with wisdom and understanding¹ 

An abode, sanctuary, and landing

Ordinary deeds, days, and decades

There’s no place like home

 

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This post is part of a blog hop with Exhale—an online community of women pursuing creativity alongside motherhood, led by the writing team behind Coffee + Crumbs. Click here to view the next post in the series "Sway”

1. “The wise woman builds her house, but with her own hands the foolish one tears hers down” (Proverbs 14:1).