Mobile Home Poem by Jim Yerman

We were driving from North Carolina to Florida under a light blue cloudless sky
When I got to thinking about life…as I watched a host of mobile homes pass by.

Big ones…little ones…trailers…VW campers…some were short…some were long…
So many people going somewhere….who took their homes along…

For me, no better excitement…no greater feeling can be found
than when our house is filled with laughter…when our family's gathered round.

When everyone has assembled from wherever they have roamed
I am blanketed in contentment….it's when I feel…I'm home.

I used to think everything had to be perfect…everyone together for a holiday
In our home…around our table….to make me feel this way.

But over the years I have come to realize this feeling…the genesis of my rhymes…
This sensation often shows up…in the oddest places…
at the oddest times.

Yes, this feeling that overtakes me…I have joyfully become aware…
I don't have to be in my house to feel it…and my entire family need not be there.

It shows up at Ava's softball game… talking to Ali on the phone
Having dinner at Ryan and Amy's house…watching Bryan fly his drone.

Visiting Damien and Trista in Orlando….when Aden spends the night…
At a restaurant with Fred's family….walking under the stars with Deborah on my right.

Taking Taylor out to lunch….why this feeling even extends…
to when Michelle and Alexa come to visit…or having dinner out with friends.

Could it be that home is love…and love is home…it sounds almost like a 60's song…
And anywhere we see family and friends…that feeling comes along…

To remind us wherever we travel…wherever we choose to roam…
Love will always travel with us…kind of like a mobile home!