I grew up in what used to be there now no longer my home is far away in time in space There were hard memories there But mostly They were good And filled with wonder Behind a gate guarded by friendship Behind a great door open to anyone Was Welcoming and Warmth. We must not carry home on our backs, for it may crush even the best of witches. Nay, Let home rest upon your lips that it may follow you in a song, a gift to give to everyone. (at Somersworth, New Hampshire) https://www.instagram.com/p/BzuVqEGpEKe/?igshid=18wj0mcsb9w8d










