Sanctuary
Let this home be
a sanctuary
where all who enter feel peaceful
and safe.
Let these young souls
be grown
on Mama’s bread, Daddy’s music.
Let their feet grow big
beneath soft, worn quilts.
Let them find me in the morning
in that hand-sewn apron
they made me for Mother’s Day
some years ago.
Let them outgrow their shoes
and grow into their opinions
inside walls that are stained
with their scribbles and scrapes.
Let them know the grooves
of these floors
like they know
the look that I give
when they’re noisy in church.
Let this home be
our sanctuary
that lives within us
as we live within it.
And when they come back
years and years from now
let them find that
same peace
same love
same feeling
that says,
right here —
you always belong.
