Home

Home is where you feel safe and loved.

Home is a place people will love you even if you make mistakes.
Home is where you don’t need a blanket to feel warm.
Home is the place memories go after being long forgotten.
Home is the place where long forgotten memories are found.

Home is not your house.
Home is not the place you sleep and eat in.
Home is not that guest room you are renting out.

Home is the memories that are in that house.
Home is the trees around that house.
Home is the air around that house.
Home is the place your sister first talked.
Home is where the raccoons went up the chimney
                                                               ....and wouldn’t come down.

You don’t just see your home, you smell it, feel it, sense it.

Everyone has a home.
 

Haiku

Birds poke out of trees
A hawk circles high above
A circle repeats

The Mariners win
Now they start to lose again
Baseball is the best

Haiku oh haiku
You make less sense than I do
Just say what you mean

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Some times when I am alone I just lie in my bed and think and listen and just talk to my brain and my brain talks back and if the neighbors are home I watch them eat and play and watch TV.

And some time I just watch the cars go by.

And on these frosty winter days when it’s too early to have dinner but too late to play, I will lay on my bed as sunlight streams in and the sun turns in for the day in a brilliant shower of color that seems to ignite the world around it.