My Home Sweet Home

No matter how many lonely roads I walk
My heart doesn't stop beating
No matter how tired my legs are
They don't stop moving

I march like a school girl
Because I know
At the end of that lonely road
Stands my home sweet home

Only a sight of the roof
Makes my lips curvy

Even if I am lost
My nose knows the aroma of my mother
Her coconut and jasmine oiled hair
The smell of food she prepares for us

If I catch cold
My ears are used to the sound of my sister's laugh
Her encouraging sometimes annoying lectures
My father's sweet humming

If it is raining heavy
And I am unable to see, smell and hear
My legs are used to the road
That leads to my home sweet home

As I enter
Warm hugs are there to wrap me
And shower me with kisses
It is such a pleasure to know
No matter how far I go
There will always be my home sweet home
Waiting for me

There, that pleasant house
With the sparkling roof
Surrounded with flowers
That is my home sweet home





Poetry by uma
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Written on 2007-09-24 at 07:08

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Winston Latanafrancia Soldevilla
"In the HOME is where the HEART is." Am I right my friend? I believe so. I can really emphathize to the way you wrote your poem. I always long to see my family. Now, you reminded me to visit them when i have the time. Thanks for the beautiful thoughts you wrote here. Indeed, this is great!
2007-09-24