of home

a sense

of home

even when i’ve never been

here/there

and yet…

i feel my capacity to love most

when a beloved is hurting so bad, in so much need

 i’m consumed by them

all other details of the life set aside

i swell with love from g_d knows where

and arrive nose deep in my pastel cotton rug

tears pooling to make it an even softer fall

grateful and exhausted

 

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One Response to “of home”

  1. robert turnbull Says:

    You are wonderful — I LOVE YOU!!! Dad

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