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Home Again
by Jeffrey ParrenThis place where I sleep
is not what I call home.
The only home
I remember vividly
now is home
to someone else
and his family.
Even after a while away
there was something
so familiar about it.
Even when I grew
and everything
became easier to reach
and felt smaller in general
it was still
home.
So now I reside
in an apartment
I rent.
Maybe that's the difference:
a home you buy
a place to just sleep
is what you rent.
I want a home again. 06/03/2010 Posted on 06/03/2010
Copyright © 2025 Jeffrey Parren
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Adam Dyson on 06/04/10 at 01:37 AM A very familiar perspective, beautifully worded. |
| Posted by Charlie Morgan on 06/05/10 at 11:15 PM ...this is similar to what Billy Collins would write...something so simple and yet so elusive as that FEELING of home, a great write..."easier to reach" a line that snaps one back to tinyville, eh? |
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