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Home is where the heart is,

At least that’s what they say,

To each and every person

Born here day-to-day.

A homey-ness we all so crave

In oh so many ways,

Showing up in random waves,

Lasting and engraved.

The feeling of belonging

That brings smiles to one’s eyes,

Never-ending longing,

Which can not be disguised.

Whether deep or shallow,

There it always lies,

Brimming on the surface

Waiting to arise.

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Home for some can be a place,

For others perhaps person,

To many, a constant chase

In obtaining their perfect version.

Some prefer to jump around,

While others bring it with them,

Country roads or big old towns,

Bijous of shiny gems,

Waiting to be bound

And to be hemmed.

All people find it differently

Throughout ever going life,

Working towards it persistently,

Morning, day and night,

Battling to keep it consistently,

With ongoing labored might.

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Home for me,

Will always be

Spheres of liquid honey.

Found in little arms

Reaching without fail,

Not often lacking charm,

Erasing worries weighing scale.

Home for me,

Will always be

Orbs of greenish sea.

Petit fingers gripping tightly

To body, heart and soul,

Laughter ringing sprightly,

Love and affection whole.

Innocent expressions smiling brightly

At every curious thing,

Eyes absorbing precisely,

Repeatedly mimicking.

Within them I find shelter,

To hide out from the world,

Avoiding tragic swelter,

Concerned and hoping it will get better,

Until then I’ll stay unencumbered,

Amid home forever.