Mine
I sit within my skin where all is safe
I sit in this room that I have made beautiful
But it does not feel mine
I have a piece of paper saying that
I own this house and all the land
On which it stands
But it does not feel mine
It still belongs to those people
Who were builders by day
Smugglers by night
Who lived here first
Who loved and fought
Within these walls
Mine is a transient presence
In the home that they made
I sit within my skin
Within this moment
Experiencing these subtle sensations
In here I feel at home
And this home is mine
M.C. Newberry
Mon 20th Aug 2018 16:12
Good to be reminded of the importance of "home".
I've lived in a great number of assorted homes - country
cottage to a flat in a grand country mansion - over many
years and each had its character and appeal.
Some homes really do have that "feel" of the presence of previous occupants - and, as others have remarked, we are custodians and caretakers at best, and owe it to the past as well as future generations to look after our "shared
accommodations". Those owning the "big houses" of other
days have often reduced themselves into penury in the
struggle to see them survive. If they have that love
dedication, then we should try to follow in their footsteps
whenever possible. A home we can cherish and enjoy is a
great thing in life and repays us in so many welcoming ways.