Take me Home

Where is home?

Home was destroyed in a fire

Drowned by a flood

Foreclosed on, through many tears 

Home was a cardboard box with a blanket inside 

A glittering mansion with a pool in the back yard

A cute little house in the suburbs of Chicago 

A farm house on a hundred acres of land

Home 

A home can be destroyed

 A home can change with a move

 A home may even not even be there at all 

But home is where ever you are 

Home lies in a heart, no matter where the heart may lie      

 

Author's Note

ok an attempt at poetry kinda set aside from my usual work, haha give me an honest opinion.

Reviews

[Sunflower 20]

lovely piece. i enjoyed the way you portrayed different homes, it gave you a glimpse into different people and how they live. and i agree with Sarah Lynn the last line really summed up the whole thing. It answered your opening question nicley. well done on this peice :)

P.S you should write more poetry, your quite good at it :)

[JanieB]

Very true. Home is where you make it.

[Sarah Lynn]

I really enjoyed the last line, I felt like it thoroughly tied everything together. Great write =] And I've also felt the same way about the word "home" .. sometimes that's all it really is, just a word.

[Nothing Personal]

Quite interesting embarking on the "home is where the heart is" philosophy. I agree completely and would add that your ideas of home were well thought and the ultimate answer was well sought for..Good job here..

[Neva Flores Smith - Cha..]

Much truth here in this well penned piece