Home
On the road back, the hours and miles passing
Finally the radio station came into range,
A free form station, one of the few left;
All the songs in the set were about HOME…
Capitalized, not a place
And each one reminded me
Along the long stretch of road I was on
That I was heading home
smaller case
A place to sleep, to wake from, to keep things,
But it did not hold my heart, nor my mind.
It is empty, now, and cold
Colder than the winds that rush by outside
Colder than the winds that bounce around inside
home, not HOME…
So I entered, turning on lights to the quiet darkness
Locked the door and shuffled in
No one to look to see who entered
No one to ask how the time away was,
or a grunt “hello.”
No one to ignore or be ignored by
For the home ignored it all, and just was.
Unpacked, restlessly moving around,
Checking the mail, the messages,
I entered her room, still full of things, saying
“Wish you were still here.
Yes, I had a nice time.
Yes, she is a nice person.
Yes, I’m glad she’s in my life.
Yes, her family is nice, and the meal was great, and we had a fun time.
I may still have a chance at that job.
Yes, good news.”
I’m sorry you couldn’t be here to hear any of this.
You are right. HOME is about people who make up the fabric of our lives. home is a dwelling…and I have experienced both….
awesome post Stuart….
Thanks Cathy
Great post, Stuart. You carry HOME in your heart.
My heart is elsewhere.
I was suggested this blog by my cousin. I’m not sure whether this post is written by him as no one else know such detailed about my trouble. You are wonderful! Thanks!
No…I am not your cousin. This was personal…I’m glad it meant something to you.
Heartfelt and touching – it made me well up a bit. It’s a long and painful adjustment when we lose someone who was a part of our lives. In the case of a parent – well, they have been with you ALL of your life. The reminders will always be around, but I hope that the sorrow eventually falls away, at least somewhat. And I do believe that she is now with your Dad. You did a wonderful job of caring for her…now maybe it’s time to start giving the same care to yourself?
{{{{{{{{{{{{{Hugs}}}}}}}}}}}}}}} I’m trying, Li. I’m trying.
Heartbreaking and lovely. Thank you for sharing this, Stuart.
You’re welcome, Corinne. Thank you for the support
You brought tears to my eyes, and a wish in my heart that I could give you a welcoming hug.
A hug is always welcome, whenever it comes.