\n full of compassion and so much love to offer.<\/strong>
\n He wasn\u2019t afraid to break down and cry <\/strong>
\n when the moment and situation called for it.<\/strong>
\n His eyes expressed one thing right from the start,<\/strong>
\n \u201cWelcome home.\u201d<\/strong>
\n Sometimes it\u2019s okay not to be okay.<\/strong>\n<\/p>\n
His arms, at the airport<\/strong> His fingers entwined into mine<\/strong> \n The way his mirthful off-tone voice<\/strong> \n j.r.m\u00a9<\/strong><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" His soft eyes are full of compassion and so much love to offer. He wasn\u2019t afraid to break down and cry when the moment and situation called for it. His eyes expressed one thing right from the start, \u201cWelcome home.\u201d Sometimes it\u2019s okay not to…<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":897,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[13],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-32741","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-miscellaneous"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/32741","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/897"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=32741"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/32741\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":32825,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/32741\/revisions\/32825"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=32741"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=32741"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=32741"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\n when he wrapped me in an embrace<\/strong>
\n whispered to my heart, \u201cWelcome home.\u201d<\/strong>
\n Ever since then, his arms have sheltered me <\/strong>
\n from many a great storm. <\/strong>
\n We communicated with pure emotions <\/strong>
\n restoring the dignity of their essence <\/strong>
\n without reducing it to mere meaningless words.<\/strong>
\n That\u2019s when I realized sometimes home is <\/strong>
\n two arms with a heartbeat. <\/strong>\n<\/p>\n
\n spaces in between, it\u2019s a perfect fit.<\/strong>
\n The last piece of the puzzle,<\/strong>
\n It became home, <\/strong>
\n This is where I belong <\/strong>
\n filling in the spaces between your fingers<\/strong>
\n \u2018\u2019Welcome home.\u201d<\/strong><\/p>\n
\n greets me every time over the phone.<\/strong>
\n How he can\u2019t sing to save his life.<\/strong>
\n I knew I was home\u2026.<\/strong>
\n \u2018\u2019Welcome home.\u201d<\/strong><\/p>\n![\"\"](\"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/Paar-umarmt-sich-300x223.jpg\")
Home is not a place it\u2019s a feeling.<\/strong>
\n And it\u2019s the way you make me feel,<\/strong>
\n takes my breath away.<\/strong>
\n It\u2019s as simple as that. <\/strong>
\n \u201cWelcome home.\u201d<\/strong><\/p>\n