home – Stranger Paths

House of Mud

In a house of mud and straw

Forged by those I dearly know

A place where I often, in my memory, go

But I can not stay

There

I run

On tiles of clay

Hand made by a husband and a wife grandma and grandpa

Big part of my precious life

The House and The Home

I thought

If I could teach him a word or two

Something familiar

Something I once knew

From the words my family used to say

Or a lullaby

That takes fears away

If I could mimic HOME

Within a house

I could root myself

With my spouse

And create a new language

Not entirely his

Neither my own

Ours

In a new home

Homes

I crave a world

With no boarders

Free

We were born to roam

Now

Houses boarded

Trying to feel at home

Where

I lost my home again

They wrote to me, asking where I’ve been

But I had no clue

Address as strange as my name

Putting numbers together, everything sounds the same

Home, I’ll come back again

But you change places

Home, tell me where your place is

Where is Home?

Wars forced us to leave many houses behind

So home was a suit case, then a hotel, then peace of mind

I wander to meet trees that don’t know my name

I try to start a conversation, but people think I’m insane

My roots were dislocated and sometimes I feel suffocated

Then I remember,

Home was never far behind

Home is a place here in my mind