Like Home, A Ode To Langston Hughes

Like Home, A Ode To Langston Hughes short poem

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I had a dream once,
One where I flung my arms back
And felt a caress so tight.
I couldn’t help but feel at home.
A place I haven’t been in so long.
Night comes as I close my eyes.
Not wanting to dream away, the perfect dream.
I keep them closed.
Enjoying a visit I thought I’d never feel.
Tears swell at the well of my eyes.
Remembering every smell.
The feel of something so familiar.
Home. A place I haven’t been in so long.
What is it like.
Stepping across the threshold
over the welcome mat into open arms of a place so warm.
I open them now, my eyes.
To see the day. Now older.
I close my eyes even tighter.
To a place that felt like home

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