Home Is Not A Place

HOME IS NOT A PLACE

Home is not a place for me.
I’ve spent time in many places.
And while I often miss my long lost friends,
Going back is not quite like going home.

Home is not a place for me.
I’ve been to class reunions,
Even stole a kiss from one held dear,
But going back is not quite like going home.

Home is not a place for me.
There’s no dirt that calls my name,
Every footprint is a sacred step on my journey.
So, going back is not quite like going home.

Home is not a place for me.
Wife and parents, sisters and brothers,
Daughters and son, kin far and far away,
Some here, some Over-Yonder,
In their embrace, I am home. Let me rest there.


Stephen Barber
August 7, 2007