Calling Home by Karen MichelleThere's nothing quite like
sinking into one's own bed,
writing by candlelight;
smelling the familiar fragrance of home
and watching the light
skip and jump with effortless abandon
between the shadows it nightly visits.
I have something to return to -
a home, a heart, a warmth -
but I miss the newly discovered:
the independence and strength
in solitude...the smile of a stranger.
But I will see that smile again,
I will hear foreign laughter turn familiar
because the world is opening up
and I'm only just beginning... 12/09/2003 Posted on 12/08/2003 Copyright © 2024 Karen Michelle
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