Home

Home is of a quiet, peaceful mind, 

Though chaos and disorder oft prevail,

Such is the life of families of our kind,

With yappy dogs, and toddlers prone to wail, 

We measure time in laundry still unclean,

And days before the mornings we'll sleep through,

But there are quiet spaces still, between

The car trips back and forth, and things to do.

And whyfor, some may ask, would we endure

Such tiring daily grind? What could there be

In compensation? Little, to be sure,

But stress, exhaustion, and anxiety?

It's true, the things they say -- I won't deny

That oft the days are difficult and long,

But all these things will serve to satisfy

The knowing that this home's where I belong.

-J.