Wednesday, January 19, 2011


A home is security

Its love

Its smell, its taste and feel

It involves your every sense

yet makes no sense at all

A soft bed after a long day

A song pulling memories from your heart of times passed,

mind pictures flowing thick and fast

Mashed potatoes with lumps

and gravy too!

Brothers and sisters beating each other up,

boring family dinners that will not matter - till you’re grown

Aunt Ethel’s scratchy kiss

Undle Albert’s false teeth

New babies with their funny smell of fresh and new'

backpacks homework and that best football game

Old doilies and new Tupperware

overdue library books...

and puppies.

Funerals with sad relatives

old pictures of people they say are related to you

bubble baths and vitamins

eat your vegetables

clean your plate

and heres a cookie!

Sneaking to read under the covers at night

Grandmas coming, cinnamon rolls baking

a smell to wake up to

Shaking rugs, dusting and clean your room!

chores done in a hurry....

Baseball in the yard with your brother and friends

First day of school

new clothes and old teachers

bad food

good report cards

First date

First car

First love

Broken hearts

Graduation, wedding veils, more faces around the table

Someone once said that you can’t go home again

They obviously didn’t know about the power of a song

smell of chicken frying or the sound of children playing

Home is inside of us

we carry it wherever we go



  1. hi! I just found your blog and wanted to say that I really relate to this post. I think of home (the home where I spent my high school days) as the home of manyyy of those memories you mentioned. I think a lot of us can relate to this poem. Thanks!

  2. This invoked some very good memories for me...

    Thank You for a wonderful glimpse of home!

    Beautiful poetry as always!

    Happy Full Moon!