My mom ordered a poem on "Home". I was so overwhelmed with the prospect of encompassing our life together into a little poem that I began to write about what the idea of home meant to me. I've been writing about it for a week now... There were some unsaid things and unresolved pain between my mom and I and after stewing over our family for a few days, I decided to talk to her about it all.
My relationship with my family is complicated, but I think for the first time, we are finally coming to terms with some hurt in our past and moving forward with truthfulness and love.
I am so grateful that this poem triggered this experience. As much as I say these poems are for others, I'm constantly reminded of their positive effect on me.
Here's to family, to truth, to moving forward in love and creativity.