Home


Home is a dustpan and warm, fresh sheets when the absence is strongly felt.
Home is the needed space given to a four year old girl as she paces, footprints wearing away the newly polished wood of the living room floor, waiting for him.
Watery eyes and a tight chest scan every inch of the world past the glass windows as the hand on the large brass clock above the mantle moves at an unforgiving pace.
Seconds turn into minutes, minutes to hours, and hours into eternities as the golden sun, once high in the blue horizon, sinks down behind the trees and delves into darkness the world she watches.
The silence feels like a live wire.
Sad tears turn into angry tears, which turn into desperate tears, which turn into shards of porcelain vase scattered across the vacant, empty, hollow living room.
Home is a baby pink polyester dress when the absence is strongly felt.
Home is the act of being there for a five year old girl as she paces, white sparkly heels clicking across the polished wood of the living room floor, waiting for him.
The ribbons amidst her curls bounce with every step as she stares at the phone that never rings.
Seconds turn into minutes, minutes to hours, and hours into eternities as the golden sun, once high in the blue horizon, sinks down behind the trees and delves into darkness the world she watches.
The silence feels like a live wire.
As the tears start to slip out, a tissue is there to catch it and reassuring voices are spoken. With a flash from a camera, an uncle and his niece head off to the father-daughter dance.
Home is good company when the absence is no longer felt.
Home is a hard lesson learned as a six year old girl and her friends dance around on the polished wood floors in the living room.
The phone rings relentlessly without reply, each ring lost through the music-filled house.
Through secret giggles and euphoric laughter, she no longer waits.

Home is a dustpan, and warm fresh sheets. Home is a baby pink polyester dress, and a house filled with laughter. Home is where the little girl is wanted and love for her is apparent. Home is where the heart is.

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