POEM

Home — A Place I Feel Loved

In response to February Writing Prompts: 21st — 25th

Photo by Harmen Jelle van Mourik on Unsplash

I was 21,
Shivering with typhoid fever.
My mother held me close at night,
As if I were a toddler.

In her arms I felt safe.
While for some I may have been irresponsible,
Not capable of taking care of myself,
Whereas I felt grateful for the love of my mother.

My father went to a nearby chemist for medicine,
And bought fruits to hasten the process of healing.
I lay in bed after my fifth vomit session,
And was wondering I must have done something right,
To receive the gift of parents.

This is my home,
My parents and their love my blessing.
We take care of each other,
Despite societal rules and their opinions.

Now I take care of them,
To the best of my ability.
Taking care of my father’s medical bills and dialysis claims,
And trying to soothe my mother’s worry,
Through delicious food and weekend movies.

Home is where you feel loved and safe,
The square foot and décor don’t matter.
You could choose to live anywhere,
If your mental peace is in order.

Home is where you can be yourself,
And the people you welcome in, help you grow.
Whose love pushes you to step out of your comfort zone,
While giving you a safe space to vent, heal and cure.

‘Home is where the heart is’,
Said by Pliny the Elder.
I agree, as in my home,
Reside my parents who I love to the core.

Yes, it’s not easy,
But so isn’t life.
However, it’s all about one’s perspective.
And from my eyes it’s a blessing and an opportunity.

The opportunity to give back the unconditional love,
They shower on me till date.
If I can be there for them in any way,
Its my chance to redeem their pain.

A home for me is a space,
Where I feel loved and can give back tenfold.
My home is with my loved ones,
And my dear friends who are my home away from home.

Thank you coach Spyder for this thought-provoking prompt.

It made me reflect that a home could be anywhere where you feel safe and loved.

Thank you to KTHT editors coach Spyder, Diana C., jules and Ravyne Hawke for always cheering us on to be our authentic self and for motivating us write from the heart.

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Thanks so much for your time!

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𝘈𝘶𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘪𝘵𝘺, 𝘷𝘶𝘭𝘯𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘣𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘺, 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴 & 𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘧 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘭 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸𝘭𝘦𝘥𝘨𝘦 𝘰𝘯 𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘶𝘢𝘭 𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴.

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