A place be
it bookmark bed
or location beckons 
one to return 
come or go 
sometimes to stay 
a place is
home or finish 
to stop or 
sigh or play 

At last 
I have 
a place 
that’s mine 
that’s me 
that’s my
oh my 
that’s nice 
that’s never 
been before 
there’s something 
about that 
that’s that 

I’ve added photos 
to my home 
simple smiles really 
caught in time 
this is new
for not since 
have I had 
sweet little moments 
rather I ignored 
avoided and forgot 
happiness was hard
but here now 
I have the 
beginnings of joy 
flickers of flame 
framed in wood

Age knows 
no heart
for time 
is the
only salve
that can
soothe the 
broken ones 

Emptiness I am
bucket or cup 
first filled now
dry I am
not the thing 
that held nor
the thing it
did but rather 
what remains after