Hello, everybody and happy Friday to all of you despite everything. “Home at Last?” is a question I ask myself often. I wrote this poem in October.
Home at Last? Our roots Search for Fertile ground In this Ancient country Full of Promise Worries in their way Crumble when Hope rises High above The false Darkness Home At last? Who knows…
Do you feel at home where you are right now?
Please stay safe, stay kind and remember: you rock!
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Hi Bee, a lovely poem. I no longer feel at home where I live. I would like to relocate to Europe. It is in my plans, I just need to get my sons through school.
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It seems a theme for many. I am so sorry you don’t feel at home anymore where you are and I pray all works out for you and your family. Its quite an upheaval to move country but moving continent that’s quite a wow 🤗
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