My childhood home knows me from my core.
It allowed the first sunrays to touch my skin ensuring the rays were soft on my new skin.
I was a lonely child but everything there ensured i was never alone.

I know it remembers my little toes running through it's floor
with giggles full of hopes.
It made sure i was safe there and my heart was protected from rest of the world.
The December days with pink cheeks wondering through my fantasizing eyes in the little garden of mysteries .
The brightest sky above, the freshest airs , all of the beauty made my soul alive .
Talking to the mirror and telling it about the world..it told i was golden but i was always so young.

My plushies cried alongwith me and soaked my tears within them.
They know that i was fragile yet fearless right from the start for sure.
My pets accompanied me through the adventures of my mysterious garden and always waited till i finished my school.

Every corner of the house loved me like the newborn of that December night.
I learnt the art of living right in the heart of my home.
The ceilings were so dreamy ..every wall has a memory soft as the light of its own.
So miraculously beautiful.. it's warmth is the warmest of all.
I still dream of my childhood home which makes me remember the life within me.
I still close my eyes and remember those polaroids of contentment within it's magical walls..takes me back to that era of my mystical world.
Whenever i step into that angelic world loosing all of my glitters it reminds me of my magic and heals my hurts with love so pure.
My childhood home made me believe in magic and wrapped my heart with light and my hands with glitters that glows.
The magic within me is only a part of this home.
I still wonder here what i wondered all the time in that world.. perhaps i was wondering all the magic it still holds..
Nothing is so dear as my childhood home and i know i am it's dearest of all.
© lilac_