The sound of home
is peaceful silence,
without the look of exasperation,
flinches beneath glares,
or the void where speech dies.
I move through it
on padding feet,
like a fish desires water.
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- E H Timms
- E H Timms won the BBC Wildlife Young Poet of the Year award in 1992 and hasn't managed to stop writing since. She now lives in Wiltshire with a computer tethered to one elbow.
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