As a child, Home was a place
Where I lived and played with my sisters
Where I ate and slept and laughed and cried
And there was someone to tend our blisters
When I hit my teens, Home was a still there
But no longer the Center of the world
I returned each day to those who loved me
But around me adventures unfurled.
As I grow older, home is my people
The family I chose for my own.
Unrelated by blood, the kin of my heart
As many tribulations have shown
Returning at nightfall, Home is my love
A smile on their lips at the door.
We found and we chose and we live and we die,
And Home they shall be evermore.
Home is many things to many people, and what/where we think of as ‘home’ can change over time.
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Natasja Rose
I've been writing since I learned how, but those have been lost and will never see daylight (I hope).
I'm an Indie Author, with 30+ books published.
I live in Sydney, Australia
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Comments (2)
This is beautiful. Well done.
Another excellent poem