Homesick
For those of us, away from our homes and families..
Tumbling through a house empty,
Trudging along a life lonely,
I know now what it feels like,
To miss your home terribly.In the rush of the rat race,
Far away, in this new place,
With so much on my mind,
I miss that safe, secure space.Miss that life with family,
As carefree as it could be,
Sheltered away from the world —
From all the insanity.Miss my room, my armchair, my desk —
Witnesses to words left unsaid,
To the few that were written,
And the many that were read.Miss that comfort and that sleep,
So very restful and deep.
Miss waking up in my bed,
To that morning alarm beep.I miss every nook and cranny,
Finding my way, at night, at three,
Knowing the place inside out,
I miss my home, with the old tree.And I miss more than just the abode,
Even the turns and bumps in the road.
Those familiar neighborhood faces —
Miss listening to their anecdotes.* * *
Wish I didn’t have to leave,
But needed to, I believe,
To learn, grow and evolve -
So many goals to achieve.Time to face the world alone,
To fall and rise on my own,
See the different shades of life,
Some new, and some known.But…
Isn’t it a little sad?
Takes living like a nomad,
Losing something essential,
To truly know what you had.The entire world, you may roam,
Buy all the pleasures you can own,
Live in fancy hotels and villas —
Won’t find the peace of a home.You may return to the nest,
For a couple of days’ rest,
Smoothly back into the groove,
Like you never even left.* * *
One of the lucky few,
I wish every kid knew,
A place to call their own,
Before their time was through.Those moments and laughter,
May pass by in a blur,
But will leave deep imprints,
Cherished forever after.More than just bricks and concrete,
A shield from the cold and heat,
Home is the bedrock of life.
Your strength. Where you feel complete.And,
It takes magic to turn stone,
Into the haven called home.
So, more than anything else,
I miss you the most, Mom.
