Home is where the heart lies…
Place to call our own…
Shelters from madness…
From storms…
Lost or sadness…
Home is shielding and comforting…
Warm and inviting…
It is ours to keep…
Where dormant thoughts are free to wander…
Taking shape within our minds…
Twirling and roaming…
Mustering courage to expand…
Developing our next step…
Home can be disruptive…
Unruly and troublesome…
Home is what we make of it…
No one else can ever know for sure…
Daylight, nighttime…
Time never standing still…
Relics of a life hidden within closed doors…
LorB
Let There be Peace on Earth 
Hi,
I know exactly how the longing of home feels like. My home is near the beach, that is where I belong. The feeling of being in place is such an amazing thing.
Sincerely Jody
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It’s funny hoe when I first moved down to FL, I was always at the beach & now I rarely go. We tKe do much for grated, but I will make it a point to start enjoying my afternoons reading by the waters edge… Thanks for stopping by…
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Hi,
Indeed we do. As cliché as it may be, we don’t always value something to the right extent, until it is out of reach. It was my pleasure, you are always welcome at my site too. I will soon be posting a poem about the beach cleansing ones thoughts.
Sincerely Jody
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Really lovely poem. “Home is shielding and comforting…” I like this. I moved back home a few times when trying to make it on my home. I was safe and comforted there while I regrouped to go out and try again. Our 26-year-old son has moved back home with us, and I feel this again. He is in a place where he is shielded and comforted as he regroups at this stage of his life.
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Thank you for stopping by. I enjoy getting home after a hard day at work and just winding down… Home for me is peaceful…
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