We wander
From place to place
Call them home
But what is home?
Brick walls and
Wooden doors?
Is it the jar of memories
We carry with us
To the ends of the world
Until our last breath leaves us?
What is home?
The black-eyed boy
Who promised you
To love you forever and ever
But whose voice
You haven’t heard in
Forever?
What is home?
The landing strip that burns your feet
But cradles you in
Safety
Making sure no skin is bruised
No bones broken?
What is home?
A dog-eared book
Covered in tiny letters
Holding great treasures
Your words
Your thoughts?
What is home?
The silence of sleep
Before others are awake
Hot tea a warm blanket
Burning your throat
And silence so deep
The voices in your head
Join in
And there is peace?
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