Home for me and mine while this time lasts.
A soft, warm home of thick snug blankets;
Of times of food and candlelights,
And memories of our pasts.
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This is home. A small, proud home.
Wherein, a neat array of pots and clothes
Show that those here care much, for what they use and own.
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This home, that was so short a time ago, a roll of cloth,
Now stands tall and straight and firm.
And we inside know well,
That these white folds of treated wall
Are not just so much cloth at all,
But part of that which forms in all –
Our home.