They say that 'east or west, home is best' but where exactly is home?!- Constino
I hear the birds humming, clock hands turning
The slow wind hissing, warm breeze blowing
That's when I'm close to home, when I'm never alone
I have a shoulder to cry on, an ear to whisper in
There's an embrace waiting, just when I need it
A light in the darkness, a path in the wilderness
Truly I am blessed to have you as my own
Why it's I that you loved before I were born
You and I were one long before I ever was
In you I 've always had a friend & I will till the end
In fact, you are more than just a friend
More than family , my blood or flesh
You always have been, you're a sanctuary
In a troubled world, you're my certainty
In the whirling madness, you're my serenity
To you I come in search of clarity
One clear thought in a sea of vanity
For you I search whenever I am lost
I always long to run back home
'Cause home is where my heart will be
You dear mother, are my home
Hey! This is poem talks about home as a concept not a place; a state/ form of absolute peace. It's a mother's day poem for my mother and yours too;) To all the great mums out there-cheers. Have an awesome day. Thanks for your time.
-Constino
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