My Cozy Pied-A-Terre

A place I come to every single day
Observing the wood floors
And long hallway
You see and feel that the house is clearly warmed-over.
Inhaling the sweet scent of assorted candles
Every which way a stuffed animal
Or toy makes it across the floor
Hubbub of siblings playing and singing fills the air.
From time to time the bickering
And fighting amongst one another
For either chores or petty banter.
When supper comes around your tummy is growling
Tasting the food before it comes out
Your mouth waters
Savoring every bite that comes, home cooked meals;
Are hard to come by on a single moms schedule.
Nevertheless, by the end of the day
A warm yet cool bed to lie in,
A place to call your own and be safe,
Is the best place to call home.