The Search for Home
If I could live anywhere, anywhere at all
I wonder indeed, where I would choose my fall
I loved Germany, the renaissance of Dresden
The rehearsed lore of Trier, you just have to see it
Yet the industrial tirades of Frankfurt
took my breath away, for all the wrong reasons
Very close, still, no home for me
Then there was Panama
Puerto Bello so perfect, but unfitting all the same
Home of the locally famous "black Jesus"
The expansive canal left my affection in awe
My tinkering skills, voided by this monstrous beast
From the oh so proudly defiant White Cliffs of Dover
To the noble monarchy swag of London
Past the lonesome ghosts of Wake Island
Then circling Penang in a Blink on a moped
Riding a rickety rickshaw in Thailand
The Sake of Japan made me feel green
To the daunting hotels of ultra clean Singapore
I did grow up under the treasuring skies of Montana,
I wonder if .. Just maybe
Mountains beyond majestic, rise higher than eagles dare fly
Clear lakes so deep they take your mind away, could it be
Sadly no, not home anymore, see mom, she passed away, years ago
my heart swears it was yesterday, the pain so real, unmerciful
Her ashes I placed in reverence, along a friendly cliff
Beside the sea, a Lighthouse to comfort her evenings
Here in Oregon, about thirty miles from me, a short drive
She would have liked the spot..
I miss her, I hope she misses and remembers me, her boy
I salute, say I love you mom as I pass by
Then shortly after wipe the burning tears from my eyes.
We move on...
we have too.
So considering it all right now, this moment
The places I have seen, and lucky to have traveled
I found my home again, in the memories birthed in this poem
... and this is where I need to be
© HellBentVet 1/1/2017
