HOME
(WHERE Catherine
YOU
FIND
IT) Bouchard
We’ve all written before on what home means to us, For some trite grade school assignment, We write about how we find it (home) In the cracks of grass through sidewalks, and the laughter of friends So this won’t be new to you How home is where we find it. And so, We write to praise Because in this moment, the wordsI could write about how home is the flowhouse, And we think, this time, we’re real-Familiarity wrapped up in a duvet, ly onto something special here.Stale warmness after a week away, Jasmine scented essential oils and sunset hues cast onto the walls.
‘Because in this moment, the words flow And we think, this time, we’re really onto something special here.’
G-YOU MAGAZINE// SEPTEMBER 2021// 23
I could write about how home is the city, Sitting outside in Dukes on a sunny day, The blanketing humidity right before rain escapes overcast skies, I could write about how home is theLaughing ourselves into the shelter of a people,bar to the sounds of synth pop. Dropping quips to see the hint of a smile smile break their faces, Rooting ourselves into summer dappled grass,And so you see, this is the same narHours carried away on the lilt ofcissistic pretention that bonds us, anecdote #37.Because I have written these things for you Shown that I too know what it means to find home, And that I’m just like you, reader, And so you see, this is the same narI have felt loved and accepted and cissistic pretention that bonds us, welcome. Because I have written these things for you Shown that I too know what it means to find home, And that I’m just like you, reader, I have felt loved and accepted and welcome.
