by Nancy Browne

Created on: April 07, 2011   Last Updated: March 12, 2012

In My Home

My home is here

In the palm of my hand

I can count the years

That filled a dozen houses

With roof and hallways

And big picture windows

To look out

In my home are relics

Of other homes

All equally remembered

Not for their structure

For what took place there

And with whom

In my home of youth

Was a threshold of learning

And each dwelling

Along the way

Is a reflection of knowledge

And things I hold close

In the palm of my hand

Is the true nature

Of what home means

Stories that carry parents

And children

Blending, merging, changing

Combine them all

This body dwells here

In my home of many

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