made my me
on the last day of my sister's visit
a welcoming porch,
a feast for guests,
a source of calm for my tired feet.
Home is the place where I naturally feel safe
Gathering so much light I need sunglasses at my disposal.
A process for hiding from the outside world.
Home is where I feel strong.
The symbol of all that I value.
(A poem note written from a word list compiled by myself, daughter, son, and an "old" friend.)
Home is these three.