salt and sweet and home,
scented with all that he had come to associate
with love and hope and peace
as his lips brushed over her forehead,
a happy welcome
after days apart.
the press of her small, delicate frame
fitting within the circles of his arms
snugged firm against his chest,
fitting into the curve of his hands
running gently over her back,
to his one true sanctuary.
bright as the morning sun
after a stormy night
told him all he needed to know
of what was worth holding fast.
With a quick kiss to his chin,
and handed him his son,
and began to fix his breakfast.
Sighing, he sat down,
happy with life’s miracles,
grateful to be home.