United States
35° 2' 50.8992" N, 81° 57' 51.8076" W

The roaring crash of the waves,
The calm, cloudless sky,
The warm sun touching my skin.
This was home.

The chill of the water,
The sight of the pier,
The sand tickling the bottom of my feet.
It was home.

Home was a small
Two-bedroom house,
Where a family could live.

Home was the smell of
Chicken frying on
Special nights.

Home was when we
All survived the Hurricane,
The peace and calm shattered.

Home was where I learned to swim.
Home was where I was truly happy.
Home was where I felt I belonged.
Home was Norfolk.

Our house overlooking
The Bay, the Bridge-Tunnel
To the right. We could look
To the horizon, and never see

The same bird twice. Our
House was magnificent.
I came in from school
And created adventures

In my loneliness.
No place we've been
Feels as right to me as

One day, I will return.
A prodigal child I shall be.
Making a trip to Virginia,
And her beautiful blue sea.

Home was paradise.

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