Years ago, Billy Joel wrote a song for his first wife called “You’re My Home.” It was for Valentine’s Day. He was poor, and could not afford anything else.

“I never had a place that I could call my very own,” he sings, “wherever we’re together, that’s my home.”

Eight years later they divorced, but the song remains beautiful, as when he first sang it to her in their warm little home.

Home is a magic moment, that warm tug at the depths of your soul. Home truly is where the heart is.

Right now.

Tomorrow is another day.

for grundoon and BrevityQuest 2007

Home. The threads of our lives woven together.
warp and woof are continuous.
There is darkness and light.
Fear is tempered by hope.
Smiles follow the tears. We eat and drink together.
We make love. You catch cold. I hug you, you kiss me.
Sunrise and sunset paint the days of our lives.
Children are free to explore.
embrace. People dream.
Curiosity is encouraged. Questions have answers.
There is food for the hungry and rest for the weary.
You can always go home.
No matter what.

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