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Heart Is Where The Home Is.

Updated on December 14, 2009

Heart Is Where The Home Is.

It's just a

golf course now,
where our humble

home once squatted,
in the projects

found offensive
by wealthier

neighbors.

That place

where we laughed

and played,
in our youthful

splendor.

Mom's been

separated as well
into two

precious urns
both cherished,
one in California
in a magnificent

marble mausoleum,
and one in my

sister's house nearby.

Dad sits only

miles from me
on the cusp

of death,
a shell of what

he once was,
but I can hear

his oceans of love,
when I draw near

to kiss his cheek.

Occasionally I return,
to the eighth hole,
where memories

were demolished,
to remember

the sights and smells
of a childhood vanished.


Yet I realize as I wander
the acres that went
from ratty shacks
to caddy shacks,
that you can

never truly
go back home....
except in

your heart.

©-MFB III

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      poetlorraine 7 years ago

      very miserable for christmas, but i liked it actually

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      Putz Ballard 7 years ago

      Great hub and the memories in our hearts are so precious. Dad is gone and mom lives in the outskirts of a small city. The home where we grew up in now a modern highway.

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