Hospitality
From birth through our ages
Home brings different pages
Chapter one is a beginning
The attraction of living
We walk, crawl and climb
Into arms that are not mine
What does home mean to you?
That is our chapter two
A sister and a brother
A father and a mother
From house to a home
From birth till we are grown
We live different chapters
Each one different, though they all matter
Home feels different with each passing age
Though story remains on the page
We grow from a baby to a teen to an adult
Life throws us a coaster
From it we ride a catapult
But with with home we are found
Whether it a building or feeling
A moment or some arms
Hugs can be quite revealing
I found home when I found family
The perfect people for my tribe
Each one of them different
We all combined to the survive
So home for me is everything
It could be a hotel or a house
A tent or an RV
So long it’s with them
All is well.
Jaclyn Sanchez
intuitive Poet, working to finding the right publisher for my second book.
Loss
justice sanders2 months ago
Loss Even though she was terrified she took a step forward. Pushing through trials and tribulations she kept her stride strong.
10 Days
Mirrelle Beneffitte7 months ago
When assessment of a dirt Is going the narrowest path among the trees Like I used to stroll back and forth With my Maths and English to receive the best possible score
Thank You
Dakota C. G.2 months ago
I am not meant to flow in currents or breathe oxygen into the past’s lungs so it may find another chance at life. To wet my paintbrush and create a color
Not Even A Goodbye
Mike Singleton - Mikeydred3 months ago
I was not feeling good the other day and wrote this feeling sure I had lost the love of everyone. I long talk with a loving friend showed me how wrong I was but this had been written. I included the Blur song "Tender" cos it is beautiful alnd does lift your spirites. I hope this doesn't hurt anyone.
Home- four letters, one syllable, a simple word defined by an array of meanings, influenced by complex perspectives. Home is an exhale of the unknown and an inhale of familiarity. A meeting of simplicity and peace. A longing only your soul can identify. An identity that longs to be identified. A place where your soul resides in its truest form free of all the things negative, hurtful, fear based. A person that invites your craziness and welcomes it to stay, free of charge and free of judgement. A feeling that doesn’t waver, a feeling that isn’t conditional. A knowing that all is well- for however long well is destined to last. Home is ever changing but never changing. Just rearranging and reframing the tainting foundation that lives from maintaining and sustaining the pieces of an unfulfilled, inhumane remaining.
A Burst of Sunshine
Jeffrey Kippelabout a month ago
A burst of sunshine Lights the forest Into splendour. A tree, bare and tired Rejuvenated by the warmth Smiles once more.
