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#Poem – home

The place where I live is infused with
Expectation and delight.
It is not a common abode.
(That would be all too simple.)

From edge to edge, it neither
Holds nor bars memory.
Instead, it invites the present:

Dirt tracked in by the dog,
Friends dropping by with a
Package (literal or not),
Seasonal items decorating
The table-tops and mudroom,
Soft places of comfort that are
Big enough for at least two,
And “life” in all its forms.

As I glance from ceiling to floor
I drop into a simple and satisfied
Thankfulness.

~ by Stan Stewart
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