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More Than A Home

Who I Am Is My Home

By Tonya NewmanPublished 3 years ago 1 min read
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The sound of waves crashing against the shoreline, the smell of salt water in the air.

The rustling of leaves in the wind, the sounds of crickets in the grass, the chirps of birds in the trees.

The rushing of cars speeding through the streets, sirens blaring in the distance, trains bellowing on the tracks.

The mumbles of chatting and laughter from the other room, the smell of fresh baked goods cascading through the house.

The coldness and silence of the cab. The jangling of the keys and purr of the engine as the hot air rolls around the car at last, restoring feeling to the tip of each finger and toe.

The loved ones beside us during each stage of life making wherever we are home for a time.

Home, for me at least, is more than one place.

Home, for me, it’s more than one person.

Home, for me, it’s every moment and memory that make my life what it is.

Memories and moments that made me who I am.

That is my home.

nature poetry
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About the Creator

Tonya Newman

Just an island girl who loves adventure. Trying to live my best life in this messed up, beautiful world. And writing along the way...

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