Missing Everyone, Everything.....


I miss my kids, my sister, my brothers,

I long for their laughter, their presence which I always treasure

I miss my nieces, my nephews, my friends, 

The joy each of them brings along with laughter and love 

I miss my own bed, my rocking chair, my own garden,

Those special places where worries are released and sweet dreams take over

I miss home-cooked food and home-grown organic fruit 

The tastes of those, none can compare

I miss my walking partners, my neighborhood

The fresh morning breeze, the good morning nods, and the"did-you-know" morning chit-chat 

I just really miss home!


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  1. Erika VictorMarch 17, 2024 at 4:01 AM

    I am at the age where I am considering where my retirement home may be. Community is so important!

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  2. sspelicMarch 17, 2024 at 4:59 AM

    In all the ways that you miss home, a kind of mystery arises for the reader. I found myself wondering the cause to seek a source of possible comfort. This is a poem for bearing witness to what you miss and the feelings that surface.

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  3. JulietteMarch 17, 2024 at 11:25 AM

    Naami, we miss you too. You have expressed this so clearly. This poem shares the amazing community and environment you have back home.

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  4. Melanie WhiteMarch 17, 2024 at 12:44 PM

    This poem carries familiar emotions while veiling the reasons for "missing". Sometimes I can be with someone and miss something about them - like my son as he got older and changed. Your title encapsulates the whole poem - everyone and everything.

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    1. Pens and WanderingsMarch 17, 2024 at 5:20 PM

      Thank you! I like what you say about missing something about someone who might be right next to you. Sometimes I miss things about my own self too :-)

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