I have a question. What's home mean for you? |
Home is the freezing winters And hot chocolate It is the blazing summer And splashes into the cold pool Home is a dancing mother A singing father Bickering siblings that just won’t leave you alone Home is hostility and fights Ending in slamming doors Or silly giggles Home is the smell of Bar-B-Ques Laughing family members at family secrets And hugs so tight you’re afraid you might pop like a balloon With “I knew you when you were thiiiiisssss big!” Home is the safe zone Tears fall on pillowcases Laughs buried by full mouths And the occasional discipline from mom or dad Home is gossip time with the girls Basketball with the boys And movies for everyone Home is the fear as she heads out to surgery That eats at you like that of a hungry tiger That hasn’t eaten in months Home is the awkward silence that ensues after “Have you gotten a boyfriend yet” Or “When a man loves a woman very much….” Home is dysfunctional and crazy Everyone can be themselves Whether it be fashion tips from a nine-year-old Or Mario Kart battles with a twelve-year-old Maybe bad jokes from a father slowly losing his sanity Or not-so-good singing from a very happy mother Home is where the heart is And sometimes my heart is confused or scared But it will always lead me home Where warm hugs are waiting |