Grounded In Place
GROUNDED IN PLACE
Who slept here before I came?
Were their dreams and mine the same?
Who lived in this room?
How did it look?
Was it alike?
Did little boys or little girls roam the halls at night?
I sit on my bed and gaze out the window at the starry sight.
Home to me is not a room with four walls.
It’s a place where I feel welcome.
Where I can be myself.
I can laugh and cry.
I can share my smile.
I can learn from my mistakes and most importantly I can make memories.
I walk outside in the short, soft, weedy grass,
I feel grounded in place.
I am home.