You are the Welcome Dover stove by the kitchen door
You are the sweet scent of dough swelling on the stove
You are to me what dumplings are to my taste buds
You are the chatter and cackling of kids huddled under the four-legged dinner table
You are gran’s evergreen repository of stories
You are the broad, warm arms of love
You are more than just bricks and mortar
You are home, ulikhaya