Home is where the heart is

Without the hearts of its occupants home is just a shell.

Laughing children and muddy wellies

Strewn up the hall of home

Into the kitchen to fill up their bellies

They sit and mess with their phones.

 

The Boy’s are having a play fight

While the dog is chasing its ball

The TV blares to no one

While the table lamp takes a fall

 

Mum is in the kitchen

 Baking hot cross buns

Stirring mugs and washing up

Her work is never done

 

People come and people go

A chat a muse to ponder

Cold hands around hot coffee

Amongst the noise and blunder

 

Home is were the heart is

Mother takes it all

Without her heart and children

Home would mean nothing at all.

Author's Note

A nest is home with birds in it, when they fly the nest it is a pile of twigs. Shack or mansion, without hearts it can never be home.

Reviews

[Laughing-Bear]

My Dearest Writing Friend From Across The Pond,
I’ve been musing on this poem for quite some time. Tonight as my pipes smoke hovers before my fire I thought just how much this smoke reminded me of my mum. Always hovering around as if carefully, but silently observing all, bringing a sweet essence to life, calming my soul.
My mum was raising four kids all by her self; my dad was a deadbeat dad. But between the two of us working, and help from the Great Mystery we managed to keep the wolves at bay. My mum was my first hero; she still is a hero in my eyes. And in spite of having very little our home was the place all the neighborhood kids wanted to be. Usually around the kitchen where homemade cookies were served, board games were worn out, and loving council was given to her own four and scores more. And many called her mum.
To this day I still believe that Mums have the hardest, but least appreciated in the eyes of many societies job on Earth bar none. So often I’ve heard someone ask a mum what do you do for a living? A reply would be I’m a mum! Then I’d here okay, but what do you do for a living. This would so piss me off as though the job of mother did not mater. I think this actually makes God cry.
I wrote some time back a poem concerning mums this. “A Mom is a name, but a Mother is a heart, the first like a fridge, the latter relishes her part”.
As I have come to know you, your past has been revealed to me. I have the greatest respect for you as you quit the for sure job and launched a big if it goes wrong I’m screwed career for yourself. You did this so you could be home to be a mum to your children putting them first.
Now I know there are mothers that love their job as mum, but cant find a way to be home all the time, as my mum couldn’t. These mums have a heart as well. To those who had no choice but to work outside the home and at home, and to all those who were able to be at home, I thank you. There must be a special place in heaven amongst the stars for such special, unselfish spirits.
I loved this write, one of my personal favorites I’ve read at the Café. And what the hell is a “wellies”?

Blessings, Your BillBear

[TrimarcoRansome]

Dear BillBear, you have so much to learn....Wellies, Wellington boots? In Australia they call them Gum boots, I'm not sure what you call them on your side of the pond. Enlighten me!
A friend read this poem and she said " When I have looked after your animals for you when you have been away, this house is not the same without you in it" Thank you for such lovely words.
Yours
Helen

[barleygirl]

This description of "home" is enjoyed by some, & for those, your words must ring true with vivid details & warmth flowing thru your lines. My abusive home experience has caused me to be jaded, so I usually don't go in for a sentimental view of "home" . . . however, that being said, your poem is irresistible as far as instilling a lighthearted hopefulness that more will know this type of scene than not! (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[TrimarcoRansome]

Thank you!
The poem is about the sense of home, the people rather than the place itself. It is truly, where the heart is. Helen

[David Scott]

The concept of "home" is as complex as each individual's experience. Mother and Father means something entirely different depending on your culture and personal story.
Here, you show how it feels to be or to have a solid and patient mother who seems to create "home" for her family.
Thank you creating this snap shot for the reader to observe.

[TrimarcoRansome]

I think the concept of family is different to everyone, the children I call mine, are not all mine by birth right, some are adopted of their own free will and wishes... The saying 'home is where the heart is' does not necessarily mean a building or blood relatives.

[Gee]

Ooh, I like this. Transports me back to my early years,(no phones) house full of noisy kids and mum hard at it doing everything and more. Lovely

[TrimarcoRansome]

Thank you! That sort of day was exactly what it was!

[emmajoy]

Technical: Meter true, runs like an express, great wordage.. and more. Teacher would be immensely proud of you!

Content: Beautiful! Full of heart and truth and more, much more. Don't think I've ever read a truer description of how it is in a home with a mother holding a precious magical wand.

We seven children called our mother 'little mum' cos she was. Our home was clean as a button but rarely tidy because it was -, first and foremost, a home with a welcome sign on the front door. You've re-created that heart for me and no, am fine, just have a speck of dust in my eye!

[TrimarcoRansome]

For someone to 'get dust in their eye' from reading one of my poems is high praise!! I'm glad you enjoyed it. I am a Italian mother of 4 with a very busy home, friend and family and children always popping in, some staying for more than a while... This was written on one of those busy days when all those things were going on and the children were younger, we had been to the forest to collect chestnuts in the morning, being in the warmth of a busy house just inspired me to write this!

[emmajoy]

Tis near chestnut collecting time, yet again! What wonderful memories... what joys amongst your history... mine too. :)

[TrimarcoRansome]

I really only write during colder months, I suppose being indoors more and a time to reflect inspires my words!

[emmajoy]

That's why we have four seasons - so as to be a little selfish in each! Must away... happy day.

[Kelly Scheppers]

I once read that a home filled with love has elastic walls. I've always believed my mother had a magic touch. Even her meat loafs were better than mine, and I made them with the same ingredients. It's that woman's touch that men speak of.

This was heartwarming to read at 1:23 in the morning. Thank you, Helen!

[TrimarcoRansome]

I wrote this one on a busy day, cold and wintery, the house was full and it filled me with joy! At that moment, the 'Home is where the heart is' saying, I just totally understood!

[Travis Gibson (poetic h..]

This spoke to a piece of me I usually try to ignore. I'm the kid who had a stronger bond with my father growing up. I almost came to tears reading of the love in this piece. The final stanza was a perfect closing.

[TrimarcoRansome]

I am pleased it touched you and thank you for your kind words. It does matter who is around you growing up and not the material possessions most hold so dear these days.

[Travis Gibson (poetic heroics)]

So very true.

[Tassawwur]

It's so so meaningful and real. I love it.As a reader when I picture it in my mind,you know what comes... the feeling when you're home and you just take deep breath and smile..feeling in everything in yourself.

[TrimarcoRansome]

Thank you! You understood the very essence of this write.

[Lydia Shutter]

A warm and wonderful scene is created with your words. Great imagery and heartfelt emotions. Knowing that it's the little things that really matter is so important in life. Lydi**

[TrimarcoRansome]

Thank you Lydia I'm pleased you enjoyed it,
Helen

[Sami Khalil]

"Home is were the heart is

Mother takes it all

Without her heart and children

Home would mean nothing at all"

Absolutely true and truthfully splendid....................

[TrimarcoRansome]

Thank you,Sami for stopping by and leaving your thoughts. The title saying is just so true, if only more people would realise that!
Helen

[Sami Khalil]

I do hope so...You are welcome...:).................