Home, that's where I belong

by Dagmar Wilson   Dec 11, 2012

I have been lying to myself
worry, about everything else
fighting the fight
my heart in much turmoil
keeping my eyes closed

Home, that's where I belong
smelling the pine, hearing the bells ring
silver bows, hanging from the tree
friends, hugging and kissing
wishing eachother well

Time, to visit my mother's grave
getting on my hands and knees
planting a christmas star
letting her know
forgiveness, has taken place

Home, that's where I belong
a place, especially on Christmas Day


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  • 5 years ago

    by Baby Rainbow

    Dag this was very touching, it is sad to think of anyone being alone on Christmas or not being in their place of home, where they should be.

    The part about forgiveness is very moving because that takes a lot of courage, it makes me wonder about what you are forgiving her for, although I think i have an idea in mind, and if I am correct, this is not easy to do and is part of the healing process.

    Keep writing! As always. x

  • 5 years ago

    by Xanthe

    This touched me deeply, Dagmar. I love how you show the readers about your definition of home with simple yet beautiful imagery - the smell of pines, bells ringing etc. That part about visiting your mother's grave saddened me, yet it shows your love for her.
    Thank you for sharing this.

  • 5 years ago

    by L

    I like this piece so much Dagmar.

    It create a good imagery. It's concise and to the point. Forgiveness takes a long time but it always eases ones heart.

    I'm glad for you.

  • 5 years ago

    by The Poet Behind The Poems

    This is a nice piece very mellow

    Well inked my friend

  • 5 years ago

    by Ole Carsten

    I love this poem