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
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.
©Sharron R. McMillan
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