A home, a hearth
the loving place that nurtures
the fragile psyche,
granting each the right
to perceive the universe
as is his to perceive.
Building memories
year upon year
and granting courage
for the hurting moments
and bearing them.
Yet yielding to the greater truth
that life continues to be good.
Granting the right for each
to leave and grow away,
knowing that the warmth and love
of hearth and home
can be reached by going inward
to the loving place
you helped me build.
2 responses to “The Loving Place”
I am so glad I have come to know this home you write about so beautifully.
Maria, and I thought I was doing what everyone else was. And I was falling short. So I worked harder to build what a son said was an enchanting childhood. You would have fit right in.