Home
the most irresistible
place, the only space
where I wither and bloom
and tincture myself with
crystals and sage
and ice cream
Home
where lamp chops
fry and soups wait patiently
on the stove top for no one
but us and company if we’re
lucky, if we’re not
Home
It’s where I
begin again
where I end
where I cannot hide
where I can
where he kisses me
and promises me things
big things, unimaginable things
that he would never utter elsewhere
but home
Home
it’s where I dream
it’s where I live the
dream too
MAMA BIRD 
GREAT job Terah! You are on fire. Léa
Thanks sweetie!
Home is what it should be. Well done, martha
Just a little ditty.
To truly dig deep and write about home would be much, much more.
Thank you.
Hi Terah! As always, I love this poem…you’re so talented. How did the reading go at the schoolhouse? I hope it was well attended and you felt calm,and at ease….
Hope to see you tomorrow night!!
love you, Linda
On Sat, Feb 20, 2016 at 6:13 PM, TERAH VAN DUSEN wrote:
> Terah Van Dusen posted: “Home the most irresistible place, the only space > where I wither and bloom and tincture myself with crystals and sage and ice > cream Home where lamp chops fry and soups wait patiently on the stove top > for no one but us and company if we’re lucky, if we’re ” >