Home is where a person feels secure and comfortable.
It is not necessarily where one was born or grew
though, those are strong pulls for love and affection.
It is where life takes you and what happens in that time,
who one meets, marries, where an opportunity opens up.
Settling in a location, getting involved in local affairs
and where one feels safe, is known, respected.
Perhaps an occurrence happens, gets a promotion,
a marriage break-up, an illness, a natural disaster,
need to move on, find a new town or country to settle.
That becomes home, but for how long, who knows?
Home is where one finds oneself living at that moment,
it is the memories of past places of abode that stay.
Written at Courtice, Ontario - 21st July 2023.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem