As life's journey
ebbs and flows through time
we might gather a few spots that
we refer to as 'Home'.
As you might visit old structures
where monumental events occurred,
and reminisce about milestones,
there is always only one 'Home;'
where the heart is.
There might be a
melancholoy quiet without my babies,
but beside my husband,
my hand in his,
his smile directed at me,
those dimples,
those arms around me,
his silliness,
his laughter,
his mere presence . . .
I am Home.
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