You are welcome

If I were your home and you came back to me,

I would hold the space around

you with all the fragrances and colors

that make your eyes shine

and your arms soften.

I would open my doors for you

and crack my windows open

so the air would awaken your skin.

I would squeak my floors under your steps

so your feet would hear their own music.

I would sit you down on my lap

so your body may curl

and remember safety.

I would shower you with my warm waters

and quench your thirst with my cold waters.

I would offer you my walls and handles to lean on

and my soft pillows to foster your dreams when you sleep.

I would reveal my hidden corners to you

to keep your secrets

and light a fire in my heart

to cook your soup when your are hungry.

I would make the rooms for the things that you do

and keep your time and your silence.

If I were your home and you came back to me ,

I would whisper to you, over and over:

Welcome home, my darling,

Welcome home.

*To Kasia, for teaching me that opening my home is opening my heart