Where would I go?
Always-
The flutter of clipped wings
in the distance
Never found a place
I wanted forever
Comfort seemed
short lived
Children grow
and fly away
To follow them
not the answer
Never found the roots
some have been able
to grow deep
Mine sparse
still feeling the breeze
of a distant land
The ocean calls
only to sweep
me back to shore
Once-
Eons ago
she was home
Now I visit
tasting the familiar
knowing I can’t stay forever.
Dorothy said:
“There’s no place like home.”
Is it all a dream,
The search for those
backyard diamonds?
sometimes it can feel that way..i have made a few homes...but have always felt the pull to find new places...and places change...what made it home once can go away...even if part of the natural process like kids going to school...
ReplyDeleteso does yours go next week? most around here usually start around my birthday....the 22nd
ah, a true travelers write... nothing wrong with finding homes all over... smiles
ReplyDeleteWould you believe my eldest who has his own place visits us now regularly like he misses us ~ I can empathize when the empty nest but you know we can make our home, our home again, smiles ~
ReplyDeleteHi Lisa - I think home is where we make it, and it certainly changes. Once we move on, the old is just a dream.
ReplyDeleteHome is a state of mind but there is no doubt that some places we must call home make it easier to have the right state of mind.
ReplyDeletethose backyard diamonds.. (love that expression).. there are things pulling us back.. but there are also things that repels us.. :-)
ReplyDeleteGreat capture of that elusive feeling...searching for comfort and roots and "forever". Great to see you Lisa!
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