Touch Home
Needing reassurance
I feel for my keys.
I rub my fingers along their serrations.
I don’t need to look at them
to trace the route through
these mountains and valleys
waiting to fit into the lock and turn it.
I know
the front door at my house
is waiting.
3/21/19
Claudia McGill Writes Poetry, Did You Know That? 
So much we can get from touch.
Great poem. Home is a lovely place to be and sometimes you just want to get through the door and in.
Thank you. Yes, I agree, sometimes you just feel that you almost can’t get inside fast enough, after a bad day, maybe, or maybe you just feel the need for the comfortable feeling of being in your place, I think.
Yeah that feeling of home is very special.