Home is not a place
It is a state of mind
Home is not four walls
It is often found in two arms
Home is not a spot to keep stuff
It is a feeling of love
Home is not an address
It is where I am with you
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Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – home
Two birds vie for the same tree
Both beautiful but insistent in their song
Equal force of conviction conveyed to each other
I watch fascinated wondering who will win
Who will claim this tree for their home
In a final challenge
There is more of a squawk heard
One of the birds is on the attack
And just like that the other flees
Time now to build that nest
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Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – equal
“I think anybody who goes away finds you appreciate home more when you return.”
YoYo Ma
This is so true… maybe a hint of absence makes the heart goes fonder. It is also related to just being homesick when you are away from home. From small to large, there are so many things that a person can miss about home. From a special coffee cup to start the day out, to the feeling of sleeping in your own bed. After all, home is where the heart is, and absence makes the heart grow fonder.
Past letters…
They scanned the newspaper, hoping to find something. They had been looking for an affordable house to move into for about a month. Prices were so high, and the market was definitely in favor of sellers right now. Hal turned the page and asked Melissa, “What about this, a modular home?” He was pointing to an ad for modular homes that said, “A great alternative for the first home buyer.”
Melissa said, “I’m not sure what it is.”
“It is a pre-fabricated home in pieces the way I understand it. I would have to call and get information for sure about it. It does say it is a great alternative and there are not a lot of options out there right now.”
“We have nothing to lose, let’s call ‘em.”
Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – modular
He walked down the corridor to the room at the end. The door was shut and he softly knocked on it. A distant voice answered, “Just a minute.” Apartment 9 was where his Mother lived. He hadn’t seen her for almost a year as his job had sent him out of state. She didn’t know it was him at the door.
She opened the door with the chain on still and was about to ask who it was when she let out a scream. “Johnny! You’re home!” She shut the door, ripped off the chain and flung open the door. “Why didn’t you call, I would have had dinner ready for you.”
“No Mom, tomorrow is Mother’s Day so I am home to take you out to dinner.”
“You have always been so good to me Johnny. Come in and sit down. How have you been?”
“Wait a minute. We have reservations for 6 o’clock so you need to grab your coat and purse and come with me.”
“Oh, I need to change. I am not dressed for going out.”
“Mom, you look as beautiful as always.”
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I hope all you Moms, want to be Moms, and Dad’s who are Moms too, have a wonderful Mother’s Day tomorrow. And a special wish to those without their Moms or children… know this is still a special day of remembrance. HAPPY Mother’s Day!
Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – corridor
Back in 1920 a house was built. Around 1962 a newly married couple moved into it. Their family began to grow, and, in a few years, there were four people living there. The kids grew up and moved away. The circle of life touched the family, first with the mother dying and then the father. If you haven’t guessed, this was my parents that bought the house. Now that both my parents are gone my sister and I own the house. She already has a house. My boyfriend and I were renting an apartment. My sister suggested I move back home and just give her money for her half of the house. So, we have been working out the details and payments. It feels good to be home again, but so empty without Mom and Dad here. The house, now being 100 years old, needs lots of work and TLC. It, however, is more than a house. There are so many memories here. I am truly grateful to be home.
Open your ears
Hear the truth
Open your eyes
Seeing is believing
Open your arms
And welcome me home
Open the door
Our future is within
Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – open
A strong foundation
Four walls
And a roof over my head
I have a house
Your arms
The touch of your hand
And the gentlest kiss
I am home
A deep kiss
Full body embrace
And unbridled passion
I am in heaven
A good bye
Never to meet again
And emptiness that never ends
I’m in hell on earth
Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – house
No ritzy hotel
Feels nearly as good as
My own bed at home
Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – ritzy
Too many white lines
Blur my vision
Coffee is in my veins
As I try to fuel myself
My grip on the wheel
Has become too tight
Traffic is lite at 4 am
Lulling me into weariness
But the highway before me
Is the road back home
Back to you
And much needed peace
Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – highway
Leigha Robbins 