Home – Wenda Grant

Everyone needs a place to call “home”.
It can be anything such as a small house, a special tree, a street, a flight path, a capital city or even a park bench.
It should be safe and secure and not change too much.
It should always be there to go back to.
It should comfort you and help you to forget.
Homes are for retreating to and resting.
Dreams happen there and memories are made.
So what happens when you lose your home?

 

Poet’s note: 

This is my reflections and emotions on learning that my family home that was reluctantly sold after both my parents had passed away, had been completely bull dozed down. It was a beautiful brick home with some art deco features and a lovely garden that my parents established.