H.O.M.E

Honest

Open

Momentous

Experiences

Home is where life begin

In a sphere of honesty and just over hearing voices

It is growth in a matter of months before you really knew a different home

Breath for the first time was and is home

A love that surrounds you is honest as we know nothing different from that

Because life is just beginning at Home

As growth continues to happen and develop

Home becomes comfort

Home becomes available

Home becomes learning

Home is honest

It’s the one place that will always be true

It will allow you no tale

It will allow you to be

But you

No one else

Home is honest

Home is open

The doors we have gone through

Going through doors of a new home, classroom or your adolescent bedroom

Or doors of lessons

Doors are open

Home is open

Walking through different doors always afforded you the lessons that come with growth

Home grew you, through all of the doors you went through

You remember people, smells, objects, situations

Home is open

To what you felt

And what you wish you felt

Home is open

Your heart, your mind, your spirit

Home always allows you to feel

Home is momentous

When you close the blankets of your eyes

Whispers Home

Moments surface

Those days in the summer with the fire hydrant getting wet outside

Those night you just listening to the train pass your stop

Days and nights with your friends making future plans

Home is momentous

Home allows you to visit anytime

It’s where you are always welcomed in your thoughts or actual

Home is momentous

Mommy calling you out the window for dinner

You can still feel your first kiss

Your first love

Your first broken curfew

Home is momentous

Home is Experiences

All that you are, are those experiences from home

Breaking a curfew and you knew the outcome

Experiences will walk with you

Home is experiences

Who you are came from Home

Who you are not came from home

All that home taught you

Experiences that will never be forgotten

Experiences turned into lessons

Lessons completed actions

You are who you are because

Home is Experiences

Who would you be if it didn’t start at home

Closing your eyes and saying “home”

The smell of moms cooking

Or the breezy when you opened the window during spring

The noise or the quietness

The visits or the going away from home

The emotions and the feelings of home

The Who, The What, The When, The Where or The How

The home experiences

Home is where you came from

Home is who you are

Home is what you learned

Home is when will you go back

Home is how it became to be

Ever notice that home is nostalgic

It feels and allows you to feel

And it’s ok to feel those feels

Of what home brings

Home is the starter

Home can also be the end

But isn’t the end the beginning of

Desires, Dreams, Nightmares, Mistakes

And good takes

Like a movie and you are the writer

As well as a higher power

Home is never ending it goes where you go

Sits in two places

High place

Warm place

Where ever you travel it goes

And makes homes in some other places

Home is something no one can take away

Home started with a day, but has no seconds

Built on months, but has no minutes

Ended with a year, but has no hours

And stays for a lifetime, but is Timeless!

Ariane Cecilia

Home I will never forget although hard like concrete, but soft like my heart.