The Smell of Home is Etched in Memory

A poem on how the way home is stenciled in our senses, in our hearts.

Home in the woods, lit by a single 20-watt light bulb. Nostalgia.
Image by Steve Dietrich from Pixabay

The pale warmth of the 20-watt bulb
Barely coming through on a pitch-dark night
Shines like a beacon, but only in my mind
Luckily, my feet remember the way

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‘Ordinary’ INFJ. Slow-Reader. Learner/Enthusiast. Nature-lover. Lives reverently in healing frequency. Believer: Miracles & Kindness. Writes for YOU 💗 No bling

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‘Ordinary’ INFJ. Slow-Reader. Learner/Enthusiast. Nature-lover. Lives reverently in healing frequency. Believer: Miracles & Kindness. Writes for YOU 💗 No bling