OUR HEART AND OUR HOME
A turtle’s home is on its back,
with no room for a coffee pot or phone,
all alone in its shell, it ambles about
facing life without postal address,
unlike humans who hold on to so much,
weighed down by the things we possess,
we long to find more with much less,
we know in our hearts where that is,
with the people we depend on
through thick and through thin,
the people we laugh with,
the people we cry with,
the ones who stay close
wherever we roam,
no matter how far we go,
they will forever be part of
our heart and our home.
Just Poetry and Prose 
Oh, Rita, what a lovely poem!
It’s amazing to realize that we met almost 58 years ago at RMHS, and even though we haven’t lived close to each other since our Freshman year in Forest Quad, you still are dear to me.
I’m so glad we have kept in touch — occasionally in person (including a couple of spring break trips to FL; driving to N/S Carolina over Christmas one year with you and Philip visiting Mike’s family and dropping Rob and me off along the way at Rob’s parents’ home in Tryon NC; you and Mike visiting Rob and me when we lived outside Boston; high school friend gatherings back in Eville; stopping to visit you in Columbus as Rob and I drove between PA and CO). More often though, you and I connected through Christmas letters (with photos of our growing 3-son families), phone calls, emails, texts, your poetry and prose. No matter the medium, I always felt joy and comfort when we reconnected!
I hope that you and Mike are starting to feel settled in your new home, that our future paths intersect, and our hearts continue to be warmed by our friendship.
Much love, Kaye
Kaye, thank you for your comment and kind words. We have shared much of our life journeys with our paths crossing at wonderful junctures. I treasure them all, and treasure you!
Wherever you are, I will always feel at home! These words express my feelings about intangible belonging.
As for you, your sparkling resonance has forever enhanced each place you’ve lived.
Judy, thank you so much. So much to process but it always come back to what matters the most.
Above from Judy