I wrote this for ’80 and her husband (one of the three Mikes) when they bought their first house. We were helping them to move and everyone was arguing. I sat in my car for a minute of peace and quiet. These words came to me and while it might not be my best, I think it says it all quiet well.
Walls and plaster, paint and paper
Brick and mortar, stone and rock
Home is much more than these material things.
It is midnight talks and whispered fears
Holding hands in the quietness of the dark
While hopes and dreams are made and lost.
Mowing the lawn and walking the dog
The struggle and juggle of life
When love is there, children’s laughter is sure to follow
Measured in inches on the door frame.
Years and tears, life and loss
Age shows on it as it does on you
But so does that love, like a well worn friend.
Love soaks into the walls and foundation
Time and love, history and experience
This is what makes a house a home.
It warms you and cheers you
It gives you comfort and solace
It records your life inside it’s heart.
Someone once said “you can’t go home again”
They didn’t understand that home is a spirit that is always with you
And those who have it are truly blessed.
passions and soapboxes 