Home Poem
Home is her and him
Home is where there is always a voice, always someone laughing, listening
Home is where we smell sweet sleepy magnolias and the red, rosey, ripe tomatoes
Home is new
Home is the place where they slept and they woke up
Home is where they walked and ran, jumped and never stopped singing
Home is where she sits on the bright white carpet and watches TV, wishing
Home is there and then here the next day, it is where we are breathing
Home is where he runs so fast that his 3 foot body can’t keep up, where he falls, where i pick him back up
Home is here with me, with you and you
Home is where we jump so high on that old trampoline, dreaming
Home is where the pasta is ready
Home is where our rooms are messy
Home is that place where the tall wall of bamboo whistles, but she can’t yet
Where he cries and she yells and I laugh and we all smile
I know home is different
I know we are ok now
I know we are still breathing, we have to keep breathing
I know that we are home now
Home is her and him
Home is me, wherever that may be.