Linking with the Sunday Muse for Muse #179
Come join us!
But it was home. And though home is a name, a word, it is a
strong one; stronger than magician ever spoke, or spirit answered to, in
strongest conjuration. ~Charles Dickens
It is the welcome place and the goodbye place
the hand reaching out
with a grip as sure as an Oklahoma twister
I stepped upon that porch
unaware of the storms I would be sheltered from
and those that take place inside
years passed like migrating birds
I watched them from my window
where rooms became smaller
and girls’ hearts grow bigger
holding secrets louder than the creaking steps
just down the hall
you see hope is a heavy suitcase
it stays packed right by the door
the one where welcome has long since lost its charm
and farewell is but an open door away.
