My Home
A home
A place
Full of memories
Of slumber parties
Pizza parties
Just a bunch of friends watching movies
~
A home
A place that you could call your own
One to come home to every night
And feel safe
And sound
And know that it will stay the same
~
A home
A place you have to leave behind
One with all the laughter
The joy
The secrets
The sadness
~
A house
And that’s all it will be
For now.
There will be new memories
New parties
New feelings of safeness
More happiness
More sadness
But it will take awhile for it to be
My home.
March 1st, 2007 at 11:44 am
This is such a complex feeling to express in a poem. You have done a great job of it. I especially like when you get specific and I can actually see you in that home, making those memories. I would love to see more of the details that made your home a “safe and sound” place. This would make your poem even more powerful. Nice post. I really know where you are coming from.