Home is Where the Heart is
As I write this blog I can hear laughter coming from the living-room. It is a sound that brings a lot of joy to me. My wife and daughter are sharing a joke.
A few minutes ago we were discussing all that is going on in the world. Whether there are any solutions in the foreseeable future. And what those solutions might be.
We don’t always agree. That is something normal. We are all different, and have had different influences in our life. But all the same there is an understanding, a common feeling that each of us wants everyone in the world to have a fair chance. It is a simple but very important principle for us.
We also often have disagreements about less worldly things. Sometimes the arguments about trivial things can be heated. Very often it is these arguments that are hardest to solve. We have all had our hard-headed moments. When we needed to break away from the discussion and be alone.
But these moments never last long. Perhaps it is because ultimately we all want the best for each other. We never allow a disagreement to linger till the next day. And perhaps that is the strength of our small family as a unit.
We are all supportive of each other. Old & UnWise – A Haphazard Collection of Poetry and Thought would have never been finished without the encouragement I received at home.
My mother passed away in February. It wasn’t easy losing her. But I decided I wouldn’t mourn her. Instead I decided to celebrate the memories I have of her.
When she passed our immediate family were all around her. I am lucky that I have a good relationship with my brother and two sisters. And although we now live in three different countries I know that at any time I can call on their support. They know I would do the same.
It is these little bonds that make life worthwhile.
A few years ago my daughter was studying in Chicago. It happened to coincide with the pandemic. We didn’t get to see her for quite some time.
When things started to get back to normal, we finally got the chance to fly out to Chicago and see her. On the flight back I wrote this poem.
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