What is Home?
They say that you become an adult as soon as your parents are no more.
What is home?
Just people and places?
What is home?
Just familiar faces?
What is home?
Just feeling protected?
What is home?
Just feeling respected?
It is where stockings for Christmas
Are hanging, full of surprises.
It is where boxes with presents
Are hidden, waiting for birthdays.
It is where a fireplace
Is warming you.
It is where fairy tales
Are lulling you.
It is where your mum
Combs and plaits your hair.
It is where your dad
Shows how to repair.
It is where you are taught
What love and care.
It is where you learn
How they can be shared.
It is where no tears.
Only hugs and kisses.
It is where no fears.
Only laughs and blisses.
But where is it now?
The house is empty with a sign “For Sale”.
But where are they now?
Not here or there. I hope in heaven.
What am I now?
A bird with the broken wings.
What am I now?
A guitar without its strings.
Right now I am a home…
Right now I plait and comb…
Right now I hug and kiss
Right now I am a bliss.
Right now I know…
It’s not just people and places.
Right now I know…
It’s not just familiar faces.
Right now I know…
It’s not just feeling protected.
Right now I know…
It’s not just feeling respected.
So what is home?..
About the Creator
Lubow Dabrowska-Szpakowicz
Firstly, I am a teacher...
Secondly, I am an artist...
I love gardening, photography and psychology...
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