My Home

June 29, 2016
By CyanoticBeast BRONZE, Vallejo, California
CyanoticBeast BRONZE, Vallejo, California
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Home is, obviously my home

the place I go after school
Like a reef, the home of a fish
My Mom’s booming voice through the hallways
The smell of perfume in the morning,
and cheese from tonight’s dinner

Home is my mother
The only anchor to my litteral home
She is my best friend, just as my home is
She is the reason why I have my home
She is my true home

When I leave home
There is a void, that can’t be filled
By tent nor house of a family member
My mother is my home, but sometimes
I want to get away
Fights, yelling, even physical fights
The loss of my father, tore my soul
Almost in two
But that void was soon filled by my mother
My true home
The sounds of my home
Xbox, the sound as if it ran 3 miles to land on my TV stand
TV, spewing facts and words
My home walks through my front door
Telling me to do this and that
I get angry, but then I remember,
Without my home, I wouldn’t be here

Home is the hug of a loved one
Full of warmth and a caring attitude
This is my home, both figuratively
And physically
I will never leave home
And if home leaves me, well I don’t know
Because that is my lifeline
The only true thing I care about

The author's comments:

A writing assignment in my class required this of me.

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on Jul. 6 2016 at 12:25 pm
CyanoticBeast BRONZE, Vallejo, California
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Thank you to everyone who views this poem. It means a lot.


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