The road home is like a long yesterday I can’t forget

A distant memory that’s constant, present

Trying to revive some long ago

A gift from days gone by.

The road home has felt like a great returning

But can’t seem to find my footing

In the place that calls me

The place of quiet, simplicity

Welcoming and still

The air that opens up to me as if to say

This is your belonging, home.

The sky that is my canopy,

My shelter, my covering

The rain that brings the calm

That brings the strong aroma

Of settling in, curling up

As the pit-pat cradles me

The road home is full of peril

Disappointment

But the letting go of all those expectations

Feels like a welcome smile

That assures me…

“All is well. It’s ok”.

I can feel it

Speak to me

A familiar voice

Like mother’s lullaby

The voice of soft eyes

Taking me in her arms

Like the promise of never leaving

As she watches me in the distance

While I run

While I dance

The road home; this song that plays

Over open fire and lazy days

A song that makes family

That connects us

In our sorrow, laughter, and dreaming

The melody that opens hearts

And long-forgotten wounds

Not for grief but for gratitude

The road home, my decades of longing

I can hear the song in the distance

It leads me, beckons me, “come”

Reminding me who I am

Where I belong

The sound

Unmistakable

Its memory

Unshakable

Home

Beautiful home!