Although space and frame may vary, the name
is still the same. Whether the arrival there was by
necessity or desire – Life made this your home.
The pictures on the mantle, the posters on
bedroom walls, the conversations, arguments
and exclamations echo through the walls…
Conversation around the dinner table; less
one-sided as you grow… as extra chairs are
added, it’s then you come to know.
Stories around that table transformed
parents into heroes, siblings into accomplices
and dreams into reality… Feeling safe,
loved and accepted meant no
challenge was too great.
Passing by a hallway mirror, a
glimpse of the child left behind stares
back – reminding you - they’re
not really gone…
It’s not just wood and nails;
you see, it’s joy and pain unveiled.
It’s what everybody knows and no one wants to tell…
It’s joy and peace and comfort until the journey home.
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