Home, I Stand Alone

I stand alone I am yours My beauty held in awe the anchor, The place to get back to, my pad, home A Reflection of self images covers my walls, The colours are me, my comfort my likes. My door closes behind me Security seeps into your mind, Keeping out would be strangers Beggars and would be sales ladies, It will only open by invitation. A kettle whistles singing its invitation Cleverly standing next to the tea caddy, I obey with no restraint addicted To the command... armchair tea tasting, Carries air from my mouth...aaaaaahh, A political doorknockers knock receives deaf ears, More air leaves my mouth...aaaaaahh. My door opens two children run in Followed by a big man smiling He smells the tea; he will get his just desserts For he is the King of the castles washing up, The sun goes down my curtains drawn Everything is snug and warm, My stairs gently creek As all the family climb up to go to sleep, In my little piece of heaven...safe and sound No noise, only the ticking of the clock, Annoying the little spider sitting on top.