Home, Home, Home!
Home is where,
at the close of a most gruelling day,
you can peel off from your weary feet
your soggy socks;
and, for not wearing a hat in the rain,
you get caringly scolded
by your worried but now
reassured wife;
and you get knocked
and pinnned down on the frayed couch
by a bunch of laughing
and giggling kids
who once again
go through the playful ritual of piling
themselves up on an immobilized,
grinning you;
and you get a glimpse,
through the kitchen screen door
that badly needs repair,
of a joyfully wagging tail !
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