Home, Hjem, Homeland
It’s not my home, yet I would call it mine.
I am not the owner, yet family lived there some time.
I’ve never been inside this ancestral home,
It’s my essence, my roots, and in my dreams I’ll roam.
I don’t know the new residents, they were out when I called.,
It’s the history, what went before, that has me enthralled.
I am ‘of ‘ this place, and it is so much ‘of ‘ me,
this continuing story of my family tree.
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