“Where thou art, that is home.”
~Emily Dickinson
Our Home
by Denise Dare
Singing with their gentle rolling sways
Our wind chimes lull me into memories
Of our lives
Of times & days gone by.
When you & I first were introduced, oh
the time was yet to come.
Quickly passing, years slipping through
my fingers
Touching down & leaving only memories,
our acquaintance was strengthened
by the love that grew
within your arms.
And all of a sudden I knew,
when we brought our baby home
that you were so much more than
the mere facade of real life.
You were ours.
Every sunset watched, sunbeams
reflecting in their rainbow eyes
Every morning hurried, lulled
passed with no notice of time.
Breakfasts together, windows washed
& time slowly flooding the lives
that we once knew.
Washing away everything that was
And exploding a fresh new scene
Of life for us to love.
Reflecting now, sitting on this
precious moment,
A child of lives that never knew,
Always have known
the truth of what it means
to call you home.
It will always be where
the heart is.
It is where love resides,
friendship dwells.
Where hope smiles at the thought
of every new tomorrow
we will share.
And every dream of yesterday that
flees way to quickly
in the night.
While my eyes were closed,
the years have made their way.
And now I see,
like a revelation
to my once despairing eyes,
That life is beauty and splendor,
and oh so wonderful.
All the words that make you smile
at the memory of a feeling
we call joy.
That is what you are to me
Love in my life.
My home.
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