Home Is

3 Jan

I haven’t written a poem in years.  I feel inspired to write one:

Home is where the sun shines everyday,
even when it’s dark and gloomy.
Home is where you learn to love,
say “Thank you!” and “I’m Sorry.”

Home is where you overlook,
old, broken furniture and the leaky roof
Home is where you eat the food,
and dare say nothing to the inexperienced cook

Home is where you learn to live,
with people at their best and worst
Home is where you can be yourself,
let out your emotions, lest you burst

Home is where you drool on the pillow,
drop things on the floor,
Home is where you make a fool of yourself,
but won’t feel like running to the door

Home is where you long to be,
at the end of a long and awful day
Home is where just being with family
drives all problems and worries away

The sun shining through the front door of our tiny house.

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4 Responses to “Home Is”

  1. maimai January 3, 2012 at 5:38 am #

    hi lai. next time you visit manila. pa autograph. im a fan of your writings. 🙂

    i know super enjoy ka. it shows. ..

    take care.

    • laila January 3, 2012 at 7:34 pm #

      hi, mai! i will visit you soon! naks! thanks!
      enjoy, sobra.
      =)

  2. ara January 3, 2012 at 7:23 am #

    Love it! =)

    • laila January 3, 2012 at 7:34 pm #

      thanks, ate ara! =)

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