Home

Home....

well, there are plenty 

of cliches about 

home, 

and 

where it is. 

But it's that place 

we all 

long for, 

really. 

Whether it's someone's 

arms, 

a space in a 

heart, 

or a cozy 

abode, 

we all 

yearn for 

it. 

And, 

I think it's not 

until we are 

far, far away 

from it that 

we even realize exactly 

where, 

and

what, 

and 

who 

home is. 

Sometimes you 

can't go back, 

but when 

you 

can....

Well...

I think it's 

one of the 

most 

beautiful 

second chances 

that we 

have. 

So....

Wherever you 

are,

and whatever you've 

done,

here's an 

invitation to 

return,

to

come back

home.

May

we all arrive

better

than when we

left.

~

Author's Note

This started as commentary, just part of a review on a good friend's poem. Another friend posed the question "What does home mean to you?" This is what I ended up with. I realize it might not make much (if any) sense at all, but.....I would love your thoughts.

Reviews

[quinfinn]

this is very nicely expressed and almost flawless in delivery. you may consider this one of your best writes ever, my friend! and color me impressed, as well!

[Siren]

all thanks to you, quinny! [:

[quinfinn]

really! i mean, really? how so?

[Siren]

Your poem, "ambition". I was reviewing it, and it got me thinking. I guess you could say that it's the seed to this little flower we have here.

[quinfinn]

aha! very well, then.....glad i inspired you

[Siren]

:3