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a requiem

[today]Sep 10th, 2006 4:22:55 pm - Subscribe

home?

I had one once.

I remember
when I was too young
not to take it for granted.
I remember when
every night, I fell asleep
in the same bed.

home.

a place I could
navigate in the dark.

I knew it so well.
I loved it so much.

home?

that's a place where
you feel safe
and sometimes happy.
I had one once.
I still remember.

I'll never forget
the walls,
the lightswitches, the windows

the trees in the yard
the smell, the sound.
the radio on in the evening,
the television on at night.

the love and security.

the tension. the arguments.

more than anything -
its sheer dependabilty
to always be there.

but where has it gone?

[I am]really sick.

[your thoughts]4

1mom2girls

September 10th, 2006

I really enjoyed reading this one. It always amazes me how "Home" changes as you grow older. When I go to my parents home, the one I grew up in, it doesn't have the same feel as it did when I was a child. It isn't home anymore. Thanks for your insight on my blog.

anonymous

September 11th, 2006

Kai's back. and your poem's great.

i miss home

avatar s0rry

September 18th, 2006

Hey: thank you for commenting. I really do appreciate it. I'm off to work right now... but I'll think about continuing updates.

Tah-tah.

avatar zephyr

September 19th, 2006

I hope you have a home again soon, one that your heart warms to and rests in.

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