A comfy chair places me at home
Wrinkles that each tell a story
Smile back at me, or
Crease as I sit amongst the pillows
Memories float through the air
Of a time long gone now
It’s funny how we remember things
Like they were just yesterday
Sometimes the memories
Are built into photographs
Slightly raw on the edges
Handled for years
I think the biggest prize
Of all the nooks and crannies
That is found at home
Is in the heart that hugs me at the door