She missed the smell

Of the slightly rotten wood

Covered by the scent of cinnamon

Freshly baked bread

And warm coffee

She missed the morning mist

And the days she felt lonely

As this new home

Carried a new smell

The fresh paint

Had no story to tell

He smiled and assured her

We’ll make it our own

With our son on the way

You’ll never been alone

Protection Spell

The monsters won’t find you here

My little one

As I hold you dear

The monsters won’t find you

In my belly where I protect you

And in a short while

I’ll see your smile

And I’ll know

The monster won’t find me