A Sense of Place: Mother’s House

Home was…
Bread baking,
Music sounding,
Children playing,
Kook-Aid Spilling,
Solitary Socks.

Home was…
Away from home,
Quieter,
Smaller.
My own little world
A homemade quilt wrapped around me.

Home grew–
Weddings came,
Miscarriage and baby carriage,
Careers bloomed.
And withered.
We moved away.

Home was…
Where love was,
Where he was,
Where laughter
Fluttered like butterflies
And tears were dried

Home stayed,
Every Christmas,
Every Spring,
Mother’s love remained.
And I found it
At home.

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