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Feels Like Home

Feels Like Home

Through all the good times and hard, we feel at home... together
on the doorposts of
our hearts, are
markings old and
new. Signs of
times past, growth
of something fresh.

The gardener plants
his seeds with care:
Patiently watering.
Painfully weeding.
Nurturing. Loving. Then
up from the ground, reaching
for suns warmth, growing
strong, preparing for
that wonderful day,
when bud finally opens and
color bursts forth.

The doorpost records
this movement precise.
Faded etchings of long ago,
into memory it brings all
the pain and the bliss.
This odd blend that
fertilizes the soul and
cultivates the heart,
allowing love to grow and
mature, until one day
you realize...

this feels like home.
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