Friday, January 14, 2011

Home.




It’s a four letter word
a place you go to heal your hurt

It’s an alter, it’s a shelter
one place you’re always welcome

A pink flamingo, double wide
one bedroom in a high rise
a mansion on a hill

Where the memories always will
keep you company
whenever you’re alone

After all of my running
I’m finally coming ....

Home.

2 comments:

  1. Great post :) I sometimes feel our home is both a curse and a blessing as well as a never-ending project!

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