A cradle for dreaming
A poem about home #3
The gentle rock of a cradle is the first impression from Bathsheba Kabubi’s poem, a rhythm of love and reassurance held throughout each verse. Because this is a piece about home as a sanctuary; the safe space we imagine swaddling us.
This is the home we draw as children, with a pitched roof and windows on either side of a rose-framed front door. There’s a chimney with puffs of white smoke, an apple tree in the garden and a white picket fence all around.
But this is also the house the Big Bad Wolf couldn’t blow down. It’s brick-built and solid. Those pretty shutters on the window can be bolted closed and the fire in the hearth can burn the boots off anyone coming down the chimney.
Softness and security are your companions here, but this is your house, a reflection of who you are, your hopes and dreams. As Bathsheba says, ‘Each corner a testament to who you are’.
May all homes feel such a place of tenderness and encouragement.
MY SANCTUARY
Beneath this roof, I am held and whole,
A cradle for my heart, my tender soul.
Walls that whisper: "You’ve come so far,"
Each corner a testament to who you are.
The warmth here wraps me, a gentle embrace,
A soft reminder, this is my space.
Mirrors reflecting not just my face,
But beauty, truth, and unshakable grace.
Affirmations bloom like flowers on glass,
Proof of the strength I know will last.
In this haven, I romanticize and dream,
My home, my fortress, my constant theme.
Bathsheba Kabubi is a scriptwriter, poet, director and actor, whose short film I Thought He Was a Blessing was an official selection for the Palm Springs Animation Festival 2024. You can follow Bathsheba on Instagram @shebakabubi
Tomorrow I’ll be sharing another poem on the theme of home.
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