A priceless homey emotion

Swings above the ground, vision of trees from tusk to down.

There I was in my small little town

House on a main street, with leaves all around.

A sense of news through the skies, a field around the corner to run around.

A small home with a family of five, laughing heard from 9-5

A busy road and a busy home, streets not ploughed from the snow below

Winter, spring, summer and fall home was where I truly belonged.

Countless friends always walking by.

Tears run down my starry eyes when it was time to say goodbye

Early mornings, and long late nights together we sat in the living room till 9.

Watching horror movies when my parents went on a date and usually getting yelled at with no debate

This was me and my happy place, helping my parents through their business day.

Rummaging for clothes in the morning and at the end of the day craving curry

Talking to my sisters one on one till the evening sun had just begun.

Listening to music in our backyard and singing from our sleepy souls

Bedtimes were always the hardest, slipping up just to get a drink of water

From time to time my parents would notice and let us sit down a while to vision what the tv was showing

Nights were long and days were short, back to school vibes with new accessories to throw

Shopping at the nearest mall, and Starbucks coffees in the fall

Chit chatting throughout the summer, not too hot more like lukewarm water

Business was thriving and endless smiles went on a mile, co workers laughing from morning to evening

The energy was fruitful like any of the seasons

Days passed as we grew older, but nothing held us back from any do-overs

Homework was tiring from elementary to high, but we caught up and we were making it by

Loved one’s visiting on holidays like Christmas, yummy turkey would be served on thanksgiving.

Playdates turned into boyfriends coming over, not allowed in our bedroom but we knew places that no one didn’t

Home was a vibe a real energetic vibe with positive chills that would go down my spine

We had grown so it was in and out, late night walks with just my aunt and I.

Later that year she had died. Home couldn’t be remembered after that time. I knew it was home when everyone was around

Time could tell that the feeling couldn’t be found, nevertheless I’m all grown now and have receded to a different town.

Home I miss, the home was bliss. Till we had to kiss our loved one goodbye.