Finding Home

I found a poem that Mom and I wrote a few years ago.

 FINDING HOME

Home isn’t just a place or a location.

It’s a feeling, a memory, a sound, sometimes a smell.

It can be someone you know …

… and the memory of their laugh.

It can be that feeling rising in your throat

when you hug someone you haven’t seen for a while.

Or that sense of belonging you get

when you make a new acquaintance you didn’t know you missed.

Or that farmstead you long for.

When you’re homesick for the farmgirl life you’ve never led,

hang laundry outside and

the scent will take you there.

Crochet at the end of the day,

and simple becomes your sanctuary.

Wanting to go home

can be a sensory journey

as good

as being there.

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  1. Jennifer says:

    Love this!

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