A house is made with walls and beams; a home is made with love and dreams.
Ralph Waldo Emerson
Where is home?
Home is where you are, my love.
Where our kids and grandkids gather
To laugh and play and eat
Where we worry and
make decisions – easy and hard
Where you listen to how my day was
and I listen to yours.
Where we lift each other up
and support each other’s dreams
Where we compare our aches and pains
and fall asleep watching TV
Home is where I long to be
whenever I am away from you
To celebrate National Poetry Month, I have challenged myself to write a poem each day for the month of April. My plan is to write using the theme “small moments,” but I will honor wherever my writing takes me. The writing is really in the driver’s sear.
Rita DiCarne 
Home is in memories of the past. Childhood moments and parents who cared and sacrificed so much for us. We learned from them that through good days and bad that we have each other to lean on and our faith to keep us strong. Home today is a safe haven.
48 years, just the two of us still learning something new about each other. ❤️
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That is so true, Judy. 💛
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Good for you. My own #NPM21 project is poetry bombing — in particular targetting less likely readers of poetry …like yarn bombing but with poetry
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