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Home
made my me
on the last day of my sister's visit

Home is...

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.