Home

In the morning mist that lies beneath the mountain tops., that I look to for daily reflection,

In the laughter of my grandchildren as the summer sun warms their skin and the grass tickles their toes while they play.

In the heart of my daughter who administers care with tender compassion to critically ill patients.

In the hands of my son as he builds with precision the new homes of those fulfilling their dreams.

In the soul of my daughter who brightens every room and is still searching for her purpose, longing to make an impact.. I believe in her.

In the tear on my daughter’s cheek as she prays for strength from her jail cell.. I believe in her too.

By my husbands side, even during the times of uncertainty. Even as I find myself pulling away.

In every butterfly sent from my mother.

In every raindrop, every rainbow and every starlit sky.

That is home.

Home is where my heart subsides.