May’s FIRST Week Prompt of Lifeline

My Love — A Home With a Beating Heart

Poem

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I was born in a very small apartment in a not so good area. Yet, my home was all I knew that existed as a child — and I loved it very much. To me, home was love because inside I was always feeling safe.

Even when at times my parents were mean to me and my siblings, or in a bad mood, I could find my imaginary little kingdom in my little bedroom — where I use to spend many hours a day. I would color, read a book, or dedicate my time to doing fun and artistic activities and feel the love for myself.

This is my poem today:

Home is where my heart lives

Home is here to let me stay
Make me find myself in many ways

Give me joy and time to see
That all I love is here with me.

Every time I feel cold outside
I go home to the south side

I rejoice to find my little kingdom
I rejoice to be inside and open my window.

Home is where my heart lives
Home is where I can forgive

Home is where my heart lives
Home is where joy appears for me.

Hot chocolate waits without patience
While I try to pay great attention

And I realize the difference between
Outside and inside a new dimension.

Home is where my heart lives
Home is where there is no grief.

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