Home. 

This place has a name:

Her younger thoughts reside there

She visits many times

A location trapped in space

Memories of her father and 

Her brothers

Reading books and play-fighting

Holding hands 

Her mother’s warm embrace

Memories that linger on

Blurred by the movement of time

Some things she can’t quite remember

Is there a place?

Or 

Just some kind of confusion. 

Now read it backwards…

Categories: Poetry