Thursday, April 9, 2015

H is for Home

Home

Home is more than a state of mind.
It's a feeling you get when the key turns.
It's a smile in your heart when YOUR flowers bloom.
It's a view,
A smell-
A comfortable room.
It's sunshine
Bouncing off YOUR ceiling. 

Home should be YOUR warmest place.
The prize after a hectic day.
A haven offering solace when your're tired,
A cup of cocoa,
A place to unwind.
Or hide under covers, 
While rain beats on YOUR roof.

Home is worth the trouble.
Noisy neighbors and their dogs-
 Mortgage, taxes and association dues.
Even field mice and ants-
Weeds and mello-roos.
Scrubbing, cleaning polishing
 'til YOUR fingers turn blue.

Because of LOVE.
Without love we stand on Real Estate.
On carpet between walls-
In kitchens,
And cold empty halls.
Without love-
We stand alone...
Without friends and family-
We don't own a home.

--Eve Gaal
1992


10 comments:

  1. A cup of cocoa or French vanilla coffee, YES! :)
    Lovely poem, Eve.

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  2. When I was young, I wanted to travel. I wanted the big adventure. Now, after all we've been through, all I care about is home.

    Love this, Eve!

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  3. That sums it up! My home is my safe haven.

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  4. These are such beautiful words Eve, and absolutely true.

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  5. Beautiful !
    Not much more I can add.

    cheers, parsnip

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    1. opps I forgot, who do I see sunning herself !
      And where is her little drink with an umbrella ?

      hahahahahahahahahaha

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  6. I t hink your last stanza wraps it up really well; without love we do not have a home indeed!

    betty

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  7. Lovely words, Eve, and they do indeed describe a home.

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