they go from house to house
city to city in pursuit of
that perfect place to call home
they search for a serene setting with
the warmth like a mother’s love
yet they find that there is no
substitute to fill such a void
- Written for dVerse Quadrille #201: Poems of Place
That is true, nothing can fill the void of the mother's love.
ReplyDeleteThanks for reading Grace.
DeleteOh, so sadly true. But I do hope they find a "serene setting" that suffices.
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Thanks De.
DeleteTrue. Finding "home" is hard.
ReplyDeleteIndeed. Thanks for reading Maria.
DeleteYes, it is hard to recreate a memory. One that may be elevated even in our own minds beyond compare.
ReplyDeleteThank you.
DeleteA mother's heart is her children's home.
ReplyDeleteTrue. Thanks for reading lynn.
Deleteyou made me think of the Eric Clapton song, "Motherless Children" I had a couple of cousins become orphans when their mom died when they were just toddlers. They had a rough way to go of it.
ReplyDeleteSad but true. Thanks for reading.
DeleteFine Quad, M. I think such places are rarely (if ever) "found"; that they are far more often "made".
ReplyDeleteThis is certainly true for many others. Thanks for reading.
DeleteI hope they find such a place, but I also think Ron is right.
ReplyDeleteTrue. Thanks Merril.
DeleteYou have truly captured the wistfulness and loss of motherlessness.
ReplyDeleteThank you Kim.
DeleteAbsolutely true. What a wistful write, Arcadia.
ReplyDeleteThank you.
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