The Gypsy

Based on an early part of my life, when picking up and moving was a frequent occurrence. It was a long time before I knew what it meant to have a permanent address. At one point in my childhood, I remember watching a bird in its cage and feeling the presence of jealousy. It must have been the thought of knowing that the bird had a sense of security that I didn’t. He knew exactly where his home was from one day to the next. Ever since that time, birdcages represented the home that I had longed for. It wasn’t until later in life I learned what the real meaning of a home was and the fact that I had one the entire time. I had a mother that loved me unconditionally and was there with me through every move. Our little family was our
home, it just so happened that ours was not based on the walls and frames that surrounded us. Ours was based on love and it was there, wherever our journey took us.