This Is My Home

This Is My Home

A Poem by Michaela Moerke

This is my home
The only home I have ever known
Sure it seems small
But the story it tells, it tells all

When I was little
Life was oh so simple
Everyone took care of me
I was happy as can be
I was well fed
Kept a roof over my head
Not a tear was spilled
For every need was fulfilled

Years gone by
With rules to defy
I was a true teen
Kept a dangerous routine
Thought I was a hot shot
But I messed up a lot
I tried to be a rebel
But all it did was put me that cell
Mom was there to get me out
Surprisingly, she didn't scream and shout
"Just don't do it again"
And that was the end

Soon I was mature
But life was quite obscure
Young adult all alone
Staying in this old home
Living here still
I couldn't pay one bill
I didn't know what to do
For money, I had few
But mom came back
She set me on track
"I'll get you on your feet"
Mom reassured me
A sigh of a relief
For all I will achieve


Now I had a career
Every year was a great year
I met a kind man
He was my Superman
This man gave me a ring
It was like he gave me everything
He made me smile
Every thing was worth the while
Then my stomach started to grow
Mom began to glow
"You've got this"
She said with a kiss
I won't be as good as you
I know that is true

He was getting bigger
His spirit was vigor
My sweet son
My loved one
He made my mom grin
Creating a glee wihin
We were a family
Living happily

One day I got a call
One that made me really bawl
It was mom's doctor with news
Her spirit was overused
Her light was out
Mom's gone, no doubt

Now my home feels empty
My feet carry heavy
My son is out of college
He's gained all his knowledge
The sweet boy met a girl
Treated her like a pearl
My husband is on his death bed
With no words left unsaid
I'll love him eternally
For he loved me perfectly

So here comes the end of the wise years
I have already dried every tear
This home was good to us
We lived fantastic with plus
I look out to the starry sky
I suppose now I say bye
I thought it would be hard
But let down my guard
I'll see mom soon
The only mom I ever knew

© 2016 Michaela Moerke


Author's Note

Michaela Moerke
All criticism accepted!

>I have edited some from what was previously reviewed. Sorry it took so long as I was on vacation

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However silly this may sound, you have played my heartstrings here. "Sure it seems small / But the story it tells, it tells all" - it most certainly does. The mother's lines, while simple, are moving in their kindness and love. With just a few lines of speaking and description, you make me care for this person and feel sincerely sad when she is lost. My other favorite lines: "This man gave me a ring / It was like he gave me everything." A touching and beautiful representation of this relationship. The ending of the poem is also simultaneously heartwarming and heartbreaking. You have evoked a lot of emotion in me with this simple yet sincere piece. Excellent work!

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Posted 7 Years Ago


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This one speaks beautifully, it's different from your usual poem but it is very artistic. This piece is sweet and sad, but overall beautiful. Well done

Posted 7 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

This is such a beautiful story , you described it with so much talent :)

I love it , I wish I had such a wonderful mom

Posted 7 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

At first I didn't expect the lead up to the sad ending but I suppose this is the circle of life.
A very moving poem.

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Posted 7 Years Ago


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It was very moving and I'm glad I could read it. My mom is everything to me and reading this almost made me cry. Something about moms just make them so much more important than anyone else that will come into your life


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JayG has a lot of solid points on a lot of the simple wording that sort of lacks a real punch behind it because at points the rhymes feel like they rhyme for the sake of the rhyme rather than the true meaning you're trying to deliver. And the meaning of your poem is beautiful, and it should be beautiful. Sad, poignant, all of these things. Your sadness should never feel forced to me, at points it did. I don't want to criticize too hard on something like this because personal feelings are tricky: but at the same time I feel like the really important things in our lives; we should want to nail down the writing to our best ability. There's more here, there really is. A lot of serious potential. I think you could dig deeper than the surface of the iceberg you scratched. I do like the simplistic nature in certain areas, it almost gave me that... child-like perspective. Growing up and growing old. You really have that thematic premise building from beginning to end. It's just some of the lines fall far too flat.

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Posted 7 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

The purpose of rhyming poetry isn't the rhyme, so just finding a way to end the line with a rhyme is not helping.

Your goal is to move the reader emotionally, And to do that you need to draw them in, not talk about things meaningful to you in rhyming couplets. When we do that two things happen.

First, the reader has no context to make things meaningful to them. When you say:
- - - -
As I got older
I seemed a bit bolder
- - - -
What does it tell the reader that will move THEM? What does "a little bit bolder mean? How old is "I got older?" You know. But you do so because you have images, memories, and ideas in your mind.

Pity your reader. For them, you have images, memories, and ideas in YOUR mind. Thewy have only whjat the words suggest based on their background.

I'd suggest a read of the excerpt for Stephen Fry's, The Ode Less Traveled. It's a good overview of the issues of structured poetry.

This review was written for a previous version of this writing

Posted 7 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

However silly this may sound, you have played my heartstrings here. "Sure it seems small / But the story it tells, it tells all" - it most certainly does. The mother's lines, while simple, are moving in their kindness and love. With just a few lines of speaking and description, you make me care for this person and feel sincerely sad when she is lost. My other favorite lines: "This man gave me a ring / It was like he gave me everything." A touching and beautiful representation of this relationship. The ending of the poem is also simultaneously heartwarming and heartbreaking. You have evoked a lot of emotion in me with this simple yet sincere piece. Excellent work!

This review was written for a previous version of this writing

Posted 7 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

It's a very nice poem. Simplistically beautiful.

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Posted 7 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I love it. You have told a life story in one poem. The words you used were enough that my mind and heart filled in the images in my mind and heart.

Well done.

This review was written for a previous version of this writing

Posted 7 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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