Home

I am going home

Means so many things

To many people.

To me

It meant different things

At different times.

It was coming to my mother

In school days.

To the fun, laughter and fights

With the siblings.

Once I moved out for college

It meant a place

I can be myself.

Sulk like a teen

Act like a queen.

When I flew from the nest

With wings of my own

It was retreat

Where I could renew.

Now, when I have a home

Of my own.

It means giving a place

For my kid

To create memories of his own.

I moved many homes

And each has a place in my heart

A special memory

For that moment in life

An anchor for the memories that

Otherwise float in the air.

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