Hi there! Please enjoy this little poem about feeling at home, and where that might be – not where I live, but where my heart is.
If I ask you to take me home,
Do not take me to my house, the place I live,
The storage of all my things, collected and forgotten
Through these short long years of living: no,
Take me, instead, to my heart’s home, the place
Where my loves roam free across the space
Between the stars, where my
Memories are, happy days gone by,
Somewhere near the open sky, take me
Back to my homeland, the one I have seen,
The only place I have truly felt free from
The pain and the heartbreak and toil,
Take me back to my new-found
Native soil, the place I belong, the
Place that I love, the place that will always
Be just enough; so take me back to this mystical land,
Lead me on, hand in hand, to the place I love
To call my own, take me back
To the place I call home.
A Teacup Full of Stories 