I Miss Home
The quietest in a crowd
The listener and faithful friend
With not much drama and delicate as flower
If you raise your tone, I might just lose a petal
Raised with much love
Admired and applauded
Punctual and diligent
Disciplined and perfect
With inner spirits and will to conquer
An outer presence of grace and gentleness
A smile offered so easily to everyone
A helping hand that moves out without a shout
A heart so willing to give
And share belogings
They are mere things
I have no attachment nor longing
The world is beautiful
Love is everywhere
The greenest of trees and grasses
The bluest and clearest of sea and ocean
The brightest of day and the darkest of night
The big bold sun and the twinkling stars
Life is beautiful and precious
All you ever need was love more than anything
This is me, the youngest of 4
My dad a navy who won my heart
My mum a homemaker firm and most reliable
A sister so dependable and brothers protective
I had a wonderful childhood
A home clean, organised and comfortable
A neighbourhood of friends and kindred spirits
An evening of laughter and conversations
I had a dream
It must a better life and most wonderful love story
My own palace and kingdom of love
I did have love and dependable friend all in one
But I didn’t get a home somehow
Nothing could replace the home that ever was
The one that I was raised in
And I keep wondering
I had money and status
Why could I not match what mum have
Did I fail somewhere
Did I fall short of something
I have education
I have career
I have a good car
And I have a good property
But my house not as comfortable as yours
my house not welcoming as yours
my house not bright as yours
my house not as chirpy as yours
I am a grown up lady
I miss home still
You are no longer here
That home now with broken doors and gates
Sometimes I wish to just drive home
But there is no home
I wonder mum if you felt the same
Was our home your home too
I wonder if you had missed home too
Just the way I do
I wonder if everyone missed their home
Just the way I do
The childhood home
Holds the memories of carefree life
Laughter and no fear
All dreams were possible, wishful and hopeful
My home now is beautiful and in the city
It has all the amenities
But it holds the memories of chase and speed
Datelines and expectations
Maybe that which make a home
Is not the walls nor the frames
It must be the story that it holds
It must be the memories that makes it whole...