Until you leave home,
You cannot understand the “sweet” in this statement.
As a child I can remember,
returning from my two weeks annual Summer holidays,
and wandering around every part of my home,
The lively heart of the house which was our kitchen,
and the comfort of our sitting room.
I would make my way to my bedroom,
where my gaze would fall upon my own bed,
and I would instantly feel relaxed,
as I lay there inhaling the rooms perfume which was me.
Today in my village,
there is a family who really understand,
“Home Sweet Home”.
For one night only,
this family will be reunited.
A young boy who left home in June,
is returning for just one night.
He will drive through the village,
up the long narrow road to his house,
and once again in the gates to his home.
Waiting in the driveway,
will be two dogs,
who have missed him these past five months,
as they have their walks!
But I don’t suppose he will pay much attention to them.
Beyond their welcome,
standing on the steps impatiently waiting,
will be his Dad, sisters, and brother.
I cannot write because I cannot imagine,
the feelings they will experience,
as they see the car turn into the driveway.
I am sure memories of the day in June he drove out,
will not be too far away.
This amazing boy,
who has astounded even the medics,
will once again land on home soil.
For those who do not know,
this boy is thirteen.
He was told he had leukemia at Christmas,
and has undergone seven savage months of chemotherapy.
He was given a Bone Marrow Transplant in July,
and nothing has gone right for him since.
can click on the bone marrow link on my header,
if they wish to read more.)
However for today we will all forget what has passed,
as we welcome him home.
Today he will be brought in the front door.
and may sit for a time in the kitchen.
However most likely he will head straight for the sitting room.
For it is there on the most comfy of couches,
he can lie down.
A wood burning stove throwing out welcome heat,
and the television switched to a sports channel.
The remote control will be all his,
at least for today.
I am sure he will sleep away most of the day,
as family and a few friends call by.
There will be much celebration and happiness,
as everyone enjoys the moment.
I have no doubt that just as they did at Christmas,
at times today his mum and dad will pinch themselves,
and wonder “Is this really happening?”.
Later today this young warrior,
will be put to bed.
There will be no nurses hovering,
no doctors calling in.
There will be no machines around him.
For tonight he will sleep once again,
in his own bed.
Not a bed in Intensive Care,
nor in an oncology ward.
In his own bed, in his own bedroom.
This usually busy house,
has for a long time,
been missing so many.
A mother and father 200 km away,
sitting by their sons bedside.
A brother and two sisters,
regularly staying with their aunt.
Only the two dogs,
to wander its gardens,
and fill the silence.
But not today.
Because today that house is once again full.
All present and correct.
Today that house is no longer just a house.
but is in fact once more very much a home.
For one night only “Home Sweet Home”
Written in response to Daily Prompt:
Home Sweet Home