Member Poem

It is said that
“you can’t go home again”
Yes, we can go to places
Where we born, where we lived
But, there are no roads “home”
Because home doesn’t live in this world anymore
Home, is a parallel existence
Another place, another measure of time
And we have myriad homes upon myriad planes
Each memory we inhabit is a once and forever home
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She now lives in arid lands
Once, long ago, she lived where snow would fall
And how she misses the crystalline white
Yet, in reminiscence she journeys home again
If only for the briefest moment
A child of joyful heart dancing beneath
Blue skies and blazing sunlight 
While dancing beside her, a shadow
The image of the woman she will become
A ballerina, pirouetting upon the frozen stage
A silhouette of elegance and grace
And how the little girl giggles with glee
Dancing with her future self
The womanly shadow, in unison, laughing merrily
Two images, one heart
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Years gone by, the woman, not a ballerina
A far different career path than a little girl’s dream
Her heart still yearns to dance upon the stage
From time to time, in the comfort of her house
She will assume the positions and poses
Tchaikovsy’s Nutcracker setting the mood perfectly
For the tale of a little girl’s Christmas Eve
Thoughts of snow and romantic dreams
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When she dances, she does not dance alone
For in the soft light, the woman casts a shadow
A little girl from long ago
And they dance together joyfully
In the memory, the woman is home