Waking Up At Home

I'm going through my albums again, 
printing out labels and stories, 
pasting in pictures and snippets.

Maybe I'll find one more piece,
one more story or memory
and all will make sense. 

At least, now it's all here,
on the shelf,
I'm not going to wake up 
back there,
like it's all been a very long dream.

Home is now here,
my roots are securely dug in.
I am here,
with my unfinished story. 

Β©Sharron R. McMillan
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6 Responses to Waking Up At Home

  1. hernibs says:

    Thank you. πŸ˜‰

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  2. lovealways7 says:

    Beautiful picture!!!!!!! 😁

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  3. hernibs says:

    Thank you Lizanne. Wish you were. πŸ˜‰

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  4. I feel like I am sitting round a fire with you appreciating life

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  5. hernibs says:

    I guess I got all those genes and passed them on to middle daughter. πŸ˜‰ Dreams can come true. πŸ˜‰

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  6. Like! How is that I missed the gene for organization that you seem to have gotten !!! Lovely poem as always!!! And I can only dream of organized photos xxooo

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