The next home we leave Will belong to both of you.

Curtains will be drawn To let in the sunlight

We will dearly miss.

Doors will be unlocked To make all feel welcome,

As is our custom.

Memories will be scattered Everywhere too familiar

For you to bear.

Still, something will exist where There would otherwise be nothing,

Making everything possible.

Welcome Home

By Kirk Gothier

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