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
A cup of cocoa or French vanilla coffee, YES! :)
ReplyDeleteLovely poem, Eve.
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.
ReplyDeleteLove this, Eve!
That sums it up! My home is my safe haven.
ReplyDeleteVery well said!
ReplyDeleteThese are such beautiful words Eve, and absolutely true.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful !
ReplyDeleteNot much more I can add.
cheers, parsnip
opps I forgot, who do I see sunning herself !
DeleteAnd where is her little drink with an umbrella ?
hahahahahahahahahaha
You describe home well!
ReplyDeleteI t hink your last stanza wraps it up really well; without love we do not have a home indeed!
ReplyDeletebetty
Lovely words, Eve, and they do indeed describe a home.
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