When you think of the word welcome
To me, I see a house
I see a place mat at the door
And I see children on the floor.
When you first walk in and are welcomed
To me, I stand straight and put on a smile
You first tentavily scan the room
And let the scents consume.
When you sit after being welcomed
To me, the couch is comfy
They might offer a drink and food
And you accept to not seem shrewd.
When you go home from being welcomed
To me, I think of the day
I process what just happened
And smile for I might go again.