Where you find your rest, your family, and your true heart. 

Where your story started.

Saturday morning, rising sun washing the yellow walls in 
golden light of childhood.
Cereal, toast, and juice.
Cartoons, PJs, and bare feet
bursting into memories
of careless joys of lawns, bikes, and trees.

Leaving started adventures.

Signed contracts, moving trucks
and buckets of paint.
Excitement and troubles.
tears and crying, “I want to go home.”

Driving that old mountain road 
windows down,
air smelling like home.

Hotel room becomes home for a night. 
Sight of a lonely oak tree on a grassy hill, says, “welcome back.”

Home on my bookshelf, Toni Morrison, Marilynne Robinson, Tolkien’s Frodo,
and Le Guin
reminding me that we’re Always Coming Home.

Standing at the grave side, looking to the east hills 
sun setting behind me, 
telling my brother,
“mother has gone home.”

About Andrew Reynolds

Born in California Did the school thing studying electronics, computers, release engineering and literary criticism. I worked in the high tech world doing software release engineering and am now retired. Then I got prostate cancer. Now I am a blogger and work in my wood shop doing scroll saw work and marquetry.
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39 Responses to Home

  1. Debra says:

    This is a strong, moving piece, Andrew. It really captures an emotional trajectory.

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  2. Great writing as usual. Reminded me of a thought I wrote a while ago with the title What is a Home? I love reading your stories. It has been a long time for me away from the site and away from writing. I am glad I’m back. Thank you for the support and thank you for the great stories you share with the rest of us.

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  3. Lovely, and poignant. Home can mean so many things…

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  4. nimi naren says:

    Losing your parents is never easy and nobody can fill that void.

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  5. nimi naren says:

    So sorry to hear this Andrew. My prayers for you all 🙏🙏

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  6. Baydreamer says:

    Beautiful words, Andrew. It’s difficult to lose a parent. Mine are both gone now which is surreal. Sending comforting hugs…

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  7. “Where your story started”–that couldn’t be truer. I’m so sorry for the sadness. You have the right attitude.

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  8. Lakshmi Bhat says:

    Thank you for sharing.

    Liked by 1 person

  9. A beautiful poem, and I’m so sorry for your loss. ❤️

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  10. Lovely and heartfelt tribute to that place like no other – home. May you be blessed with comfort and peace.

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  11. My heart goes out to you.

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  12. Thoughtful and beautiful tribute, Andrew. My deepest sympathy.

    Liked by 1 person

  13. Hugs so beautiful.

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  14. tndos says:

    Beautifully written and your mother is at peace in her new home

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  15. It is always hard to lose a parent, no matter how old you are. This is a most beautiful poem, Andrew.

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  16. floridaborne says:

    Been there, losing q husband, and a year later my father passed away. Seven years after that, my mother died. It is never easy to become the oldest generation.

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  17. Marlapaige says:

    I am so sorry. May she be at peace.

    Liked by 1 person

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