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TITLE: I Am Home | Previous Challenge Entry
By Jen D
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The place I laid my head?
The neighborhood in which I played?
The house in which my toys “lived?”
I don’t remember now.
It’s all a muddle of memories—
some faded and forgotten,
some crisp and clear, like new.
Whatever home may have been
in the days of childhood past,
the word has since become a different sort,
neatly tucked within my heart.
For when a wife and mother I became,
a new and worthy duty I embraced.
To husband and to child, you see,
I am home.
I’m the girl he remembers climbing the stairs
to a college dance one summer night
who became the wife he’ll dance with
throughout the rest of his life.
I’m the heart he resides in above all others, save God,
and the breast he lays his head on after the day’s job.
I’m the face he kisses goodbye and hello,
and the voice bidding him, “Welcome home!”
Yes, I weave a tapestry hour by hour
that becomes the fabric of our daily life.
At work or away, his confidence rests with me
to knit together our home, a tranquil haven of family.
I’m the mom she’ll remember filling her days
with giggles and pouts, instruction and play,
who becomes the mother she’ll chat with
as she grows through her life.
I’m the womb she grew in from the first moment of life
and the breast she nuzzles in for milk at night.
I’m the face she brightens to in morning’s light
and the hand she reaches for with a smiling eye.
Yes, I weave a tapestry hour by hour
that becomes the fabric of her daily life.
At play or asleep, she depends fully on me
to knit together her world, blanketed in security.
But where do I find the strength and resource
to be home for these two whom I love from the depth of my heart?
Where do I turn when I’m weary, out of strength,
or lacking the generosity my life must always outpour?
Oh, at these times, it’s to my Savior I run
My steps sometimes fleet, sometimes tripping along the way.
Yet it’s always His merciful gaze and calming embrace that I seek,
And then, I am home.
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