You ask me
where I live.
I say, “Within myself.”
“Nonsense!” you reply.
“I mean, where is your house?”
“It’s here,
within my heart;
it beats
inside of me.”
You shake your head
and laugh.
“How silly
can you be?”
I smile
and reply,
“The walls I had
burnt down.
I built it from
my memories;
it’s built on
solid ground.
And though I may need
shelter,
my home will
always be
a place
within my heart
that beats
inside of me.”
Note: I have not lost my house to fire. This is just where my mind went when I started thinking about what the prompt meant.
Image: http://local.realestatebook.com/providence-ri/2011/01/25/home-is-where-the-heart-is/
Note: I have not lost my house to fire. This is just where my mind went when I started thinking about what the prompt meant.
Image: http://local.realestatebook.com/providence-ri/2011/01/25/home-is-where-the-heart-is/
I like this. I really do. Cheers, Wendy
ReplyDeleteThe perfect and absolute use of the prompt.
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