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The Home

Our three-year-old asks,
“Are we going to the home now?”
The Home.
He seems to be invoking some ideal of home,
the hearth glowing golden and warm,
not the messy house we live in.
He will learn to say it right someday,
but I will never correct him.

The Home

Our three-year-old asks,
“Are we going to the home now?”
The Home.
He seems to be invoking some ideal of home,
the hearth glowing golden and warm,
not the messy house we live in.
He will learn to say it right someday,
but I will never correct him.

Julia Giordano, 35

Seattle / Grand Rapids, MI

 
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