Coming Home

Home is…..

Lived in eleven places
before the age of twenty,
six more as an adult.
New schools every few
years, shallow friends,
never fitting in,
but good at adapting,
meeting new people,
making do,
sense of direction…..

Home has never been
a place for me,
more a fleeting feeling
of belonging and
family.

Home is not a place,
a building, a map dot,
it is you and our children
that make this house
Home.

North America Nebula

North America Nebula (Photo credit: ramviswanathan)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Written for the Poetic Bloomings ‘Coming Home’ prompt.

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3 Comments

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3 responses to “Coming Home

  1. Interesting: I have been similarly peripatetic in my life but it has had the effect of making ‘home’ of central importance, wherever I am, however temporary.

  2. Shawna

    Awww, this is so sweet. 🙂 “Home” is such an overused word that I don’t even think it has meaning anymore. I’ve also moved too much and just might be a tad cynical.

  3. This is very much the way I feel, too.

Some of what I write is true, some is fiction; most is merely possibility.

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