O is for Ode

I just got in from a long-ish drive. The drive inspired today’s ode.

My childhood home - image retrieved from Google Maps

My childhood home – image retrieved from Google Maps

Ode to My Childhood Home

The dark gray asphalt

Hums beneath my tires

Leading me along

The familiar route

Back to my childhood home.

Every curve, every bump

As familiar as my own face

In the mirror of time…

They say you can’t go back again

And yet I do

Go back

Because it’s a part of me;

A part of my past,

My present,

And likely my future.

The ties that bind me there

Are stronger than steel.

They are blood-strong;

Loose enough to allow for

Exploration,

But still attached to the base.

I’ve pushed the boundaries

Further and further

Over the years

To see how far I can reach

Without letting go.

The bungee cord stretches

To its limit

Then rebounds

Pulling me

Back home again.

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