"Homed"

In the last several years I have been “homed”

What that means to me is

Wherever I go

Between here and there

There’s a room and a bed

And people who love me

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This house is my mother’s home

It was my father’s home, too

Until he went to his eternal home last year

When I was a teenager, it was my home

But I left it behind me and made my own home

Many years ago

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Once I had a home

My home was Colorado

The Rocky Mountains in the west

Looming in the near distance, so lovely

But the house there is home to

Son and daughter-in-law now

And I am just the visitor

In the designated bedroom

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My belonging reside in boxes

Under my desk in Colorado

I don’t know where anything is anymore

My clothes are on a laundry rack in

My teen-hood room downstairs

That room houses my Wyoming belongings

But now I sleep upstairs

In case I’m needed in the night

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I am content, for now

To wander back and forth

Between the places that “home” me while I’m there

But I wonder, late at night

While I listen for Mom’s breathing

Or calls for assistance

If there will ever be a place for me again

Someday

That feels like I’ve finally come home