Baskadia

You are my home
Even if I go to Rome
To see the Pope
I'll be back to you,
In your arms, where safety is.
No where like your bosom
Not even these expensive pillows.
Let it come, the unending billows
I'll still sail to you, without any fear
of being capsized.
Because your love will always
Rescue me till I find my way
To you; to the place I call home.

© Oke Oladayo