Dedicated to anyone, any mother,  or wife, who has moved, again, and again, and agan.

The Search for Home

I've learned to quickly come and go.

There is no staying; Only staying in uncertainty and the not knowing.

City after city, House after house, box upon box, I'm often feeling lost.

Home is found; not within four walls, but within arms full of love.

The comforting rhythm of daily life, a space bathed in light.

On a search for home I know what I see is temporary but what I build is not.

What I build with my thoughts, love, time, will stand long after the address is gone.

As I search for home, I hope to build one for those that I love.

Being a home for each other may be more important than having one.

Copyrights Hannah Lacy 2015-2017