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Wednesday, November 20, 2013

Not A Place

In two words,
peace and nature.
The peacefulness of nature.
a fish swimming in the calm, cool water
a snake in the tall celery grass
a salamander in the cool shade.
The sapphire mountains tipped with chalky-white snow
peek behind the ancient hemlocks
like small children playing a game.
The wind dances down from the sky and
the spinach green trees
sway in rhythm
like a dance.

In two words,
love and warmth.
The love of my family,
we hug
tight ones,
we laugh
at everything,
we cry
till we have no more tears.

A baby down for a nap
laying peacefully
on the pale sheets
of the small crib.

Three cousins playing cards.
A grandma painting a picture of color,
doors
that lead you to
places of
imagination.

A me reading,
 in another world,
the author
has created.

A cozy cabin
one with
rough, cold floors
old and worn, comfortable furniture.
Paintings and books.

A view
one
filled with love and warmth from my family.

It stabs me
like a knife through my shoulder blades
the fact that
I'll have to leave.
The pain
softened by memories.

This is my home.
Not a place.
Not a thing.
A bittersweet happiness.
My Heart
my Memories.

In one word,
Home.

1 comment:

  1. I wrote this for school. It is about a place we (my family and I) go during the summer.

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