change of address...

Walls, roof,

windows...

change

of address.

What

once

we called home

has changed.

Where do you feel safe?

The question

for Sunday morning.

Teenagers

plopped

on couches...

eating

sausage kolaches

and

glazed donuts.

They answer.

"Home."

Home is where I am safe.

But what happens

when the place

we called home

is no more?

I looked across the room

our eyes met.

We knew the

home

answer

was complicated

for us.

Where is home?

Where do I feel safe?

My home

has

no roof

or

walls...

windows

or

address.

My home

is

next

to her

even as we

sit quietly

in a truck

driving.

My daughter

is my home.

My home

is

next to him

even as he

rushes from

one duty to the next.

My son

is my home.

Where do I feel safe?

At home.