home is where the heart is
good childhoods have safe homes
like crossing home plate
i love baseball!
do good childhoods lead anywhere
adulthoods longing for safety
no safe harbor, even in a storm
sometimes the heart has no home
we seek for belonging
longing to find that place
where comradery lives
and where the heart feels safe
but life is, by its nature unsafe
to live we must therefore be uneasy
to grow we must feel pain
is that then heart’s home?
Moira Levant © Dec. 2 2018
Thank You Paul Vincent Cannon
After staying up most of the night trying to calm my daughter down and then reading your poem I thought you hit the button. I also believe change is always happening. So if the heart is stuck for a while it can also find a better resting space. It seems a lot of people seem to get it right most of the time whereas some of us have to work at it .
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