What is home to me?
It's my family
My moms, my dads
My brothers
My friends
What is home to me?
It's a place
A place I live
A place I know
And one I used to know
Forgotten, but still there
What is home to me?
It's divided
Split up amongst several places
But still with me
No matter how far apart
What is home to me?
It's where the music lives
It's where art speaks
And words paint pictures
It's the creativity
What is home to me?
It's an accumulation of things
So many different parts
With never ending change
But it's mine all the same
I sometimes forget
All that home is to me
So I write this to remember
And I now ask
What is home to you?
Until next time - ☔
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When Rain Falls
Poetry"When rains fall And shadows crawl That's the time I hear my call A random word Is all I heard Now I write With emotions stirred" That poem essentially describes how I write the poems in this book. All of the poems are mine. Also the poems get bet...
