A quaint and cozy home with a welcoming feel
Young faces at the window, tender hearts to heal,
Food in the cupboards and blankets in the cold
A space that feels safe; a place to grow old,
Deep conversations from the bottom of the soul
Permission to be just as we are: human and whole,
A beloved life purpose to add meaning to each day
The ability to say exactly what we need to say,
Knowing we need not face illness in an empty room
Arms encircling in the darkness and the heavy gloom
Small rewards to get by from hour to hour
Affirming words to help us confidently step into our power,
Nestling into the safety of some form of permanency
These are my basic needs, these are my earnest pleas.
The Therapy of Words 