Home Is In My Heart

a poem about home

Home Is In My Heart

 

Home is in my heart;

I carry it with me

wherever I go.

   

My home is the smile of the angels that look down on me from heaven above.

       

Home is sinking deep into an old feather bed on a rainy summer day.

 

For me, it’s the sound of the wind blowing across the prairie as the locusts

chatter along.

 

It’s a gooey plate of chicken enchiladas smothered with chocolate mole sauce

and a pail full of ice

cold bottles of beer.

 

Home is the memory of my grandparents singing to

me as we star gaze at night

in lounge chairs.

 

For me, home is standing in my uncle's peach shed and biting into a sweet, ripe peach that was handpicked by me.

 

It’s playing dominoes with my 101 year old great uncle and watching him smile.

 

Home is the smell of pot roast slow cooking in the oven.

 

It’s sitting on a picnic table, while laughing and eating watermelon with my cousins.

 

For me, home is reading a book on my balcony as an ice cream truck plays chopsticks while driving by.

 

Home is taking a long walk

with my dogs at the park and

watching them wag

their tails as

people pass by us.

 

It's the happy place where I go, when I am feeling blue.

 

Home is where my heart is;

it's everything that is heaven on earth to me.

 

 

 

Reviews

[Sarah]

this is very well writen, you can picture everything that is said. well done you are truely a great writer...

[Brenden Moran]

While I'm usually not one for being by the book, I will say that this is not poetry, it's prose. Very well written, yes, but poetry does have its guidelines regardless of popular belief. There is a reason and point for the end of a line, very specific, and it's what makes poetry, poetry. I'd suggest looking into it. Overall, not a bad writing, Good Job:)

[Patches I'm not so new..]

A beautiful sentiment it could almost be a greeting card--- nay it could a greeting card I love the discriptions given truly a heart felt and enchanting poem.

[Megan]

This is beautifully written. I could really picture the places and events you were describing in my mind while reading this. Good job.

[ice]

Beautiful, Marie...made me feel very warm inside.
Reminded me of an old songs lyrics..

"Home is where the heart is
No matter how the heart lives
Inside your heart where love is
That's where you've got to make yourself
At home "
(from "home is where the heart is", by Peter, Paul, and Mary)
Your home and memories are stored in your heart as lovely history..
and will always be a part of you
Well done..I enjoyed reading this..
Namaste
ice

[Marie Harrison]

This poem is about what home is like for me.