I saw familiarity in their faces
Every face looked like home.

Where am I home?
If home is where the heart is, I’m torn across the globe.
If home is with my family, I’m scattered to the winds.
If home is all the places I’ve lived in, I’m spread pretty thin.
If home is in your arms, I’m only home with you.
If home is my bed, where do I lay my head?
If home is where I’m happiest, I’m home anywhere.
If home is where I can be, just be me, I’m home everywhere.

If home is intangible, where am I home?

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One Response to Home

  1. Anke says:

    On the interwebs! On the interwebs! more seriously, love the poem.

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