Home (Cairo Mathebula)

I hope my poetry becomes a home of yours.I hope you wander around this place or thatthese verses are mothers cooking.I pray,These rhyme are sweet scent of father's Cubans.I hope you long for my company,when people don't misinterpret your metaphors.I know;this bed will hold you warmer than any all your last lovers,and these lyrics are lullabies to your familial ears.So stay,I've made dinner and there are fresh cut gardenias in each room.You are home now.-Cairo M