It’s Mother’s warm embrace
Dad’s laughter and guidance
The home-cooked meals
And bandages over scraped elbows
Home is the first step inside after school
Our first wobbly block on a bike
It’s our best friend’s laughter as they pick us up
From our greatest mistakes
It’s the caress of loved ones
As they wipe tears from our eyes
When we hold them close
In love or sadness
Home is receiving our first door key
To that dorm, apartment, and house - each
Our Fortress of Solitude
And shared Sacred Space
It’s the place that pains you
Not knowing when or if you’ll return
Goodbyes and well-wishes as life paths diverge
While our connections never wane
Home is the sanctuary built for our children
Blood and furred alike
It’s the place we can never go back to
As time claims our loves
Home is a place
Home is a time
Home is a group
Home is a feeling
A place within and outside
Time and space
And ourselves
Home is the shifting sands
Of stardust in
Our maelstrom of change
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C.B. Miller
I'm primarily an novelist, writing gritty urban fantasy stories. Eventually I'll break out into Sci-Fi and epic fantasy as well. On vocal, I'm hoping to talk about all things motivational.
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“Regi!” The barista called out. I looked up from my phone, fake smile plastered on my face as I reached out and grabbed the coffee from the young woman. She smiled as I grabbed my coffee and just as quickly turned to her next task. The barest moment of human interaction necessary as she turned to make the next drink. Our moment expired milliseconds after our transaction was concluded.
By C.B. Miller5 years ago in Humans
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