A Home To Call My Own

It certainly should count for something

I break the bank every month

but still I pay

haven't been there to sleep or eat or lounge

for over three months

How can I be home for Christmas

when I don't know where home is

Living out of my car

crashing at my mom's, or a friend's house

it may have worked out

living in that apartment

but I refuse to share life

with an irate roommate

someone who has chosen to hate me

if I gave reason, I was not told

I believe its for the best

that I leave and never look back

I'll think twice next time

before settling in with a friend

go through all the pros and cons

and I shall not think with a selfish mind

I will be home for Christmas

because although I haven't a bed

to call my own

I know home is where the heart is

and my heart is with my kids.

Reviews

[Emily Elizabeth]

A very very sweet, tender, heart-felt poem filled with emotion. You have really inserted alot of true feelings into this, and it radiates. I nearly cried at the last line, it was so sad and sweet. I don't have much to say about this, but that it is one of the most touching things I've read.