There is no place like home
I’m clicking my heels this very moment. wondering how I ever got so far away
when I have been here all along
working, sleeping, eating as if I was trying to swallow the whole of my life.
not cognizant of the blessings all around and beneath my feet.
Why the awareness?…..going out of the country makes you think.
A long awaited trip, travel, leaving home to find that home is where you’re home
your bed, your sheets, the smell of bleach, the floors you walk and the roof over your head
all a miracle, some do not experience at all.
I leave to find what? That there is no place like home.
Even eating foods from faraway places did not bring comfort. It made me long to bring my comfort foods home each day.
On small plates, yes that is what I bring back, a little of this and a little of that.
But, I have it all here. My husband, my children, grandchildren, my family, and my twin.
Yes, there is no place like home!