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Mar 2013
Home.
It's more than a word or single place.
Niether building nor house could capture such a definition.
Home.

I've never thought of it or explored the various denotations.
Never have I inquired into the multiple connotations.
Home.

Homesick I've wandered...
So lost... So confused...
Home.

The realization came clear and loud.
It rang out against the bleak road I stood upon.
Home.

It's the feeling of safety, of security.
The idea of warmth and happiness.
Home.

The dweling of love and joy, this place is within and all around.
It radiates brighter than any star.
Home.

I found it once upon a time, this place so rare.
I found it waiting.
Home.

I laid upon clouds and soared through heaven, in that time.
That time I spent in my
Home.

I only experienced that settled "this is right, meant to be" feel-
Once and in that time, my
Home.

Now I'm homeless and alone.
And love, well, it walked out without any mercy on my heart.
Home.

A distant memory...
So far away from this barren, desolate place.
Home.

Where is my home?
Well, that is quite a depressing tale. So in short
Home-

It's you.
Home.

Your warm arms, your sweet smile,
Your bright eyes, your soft touch, your silky voices...
Home.

My heart, my soul, my love all reside in your care.
You.
Home

You are my home.
Home.

I've been homeless and alone because you are my
Home.

A distant memory because you are my
Home.
I typed this on my tablet so sorry if anything is misspelled. I'll fix it asap!
Rebecca Carter
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