I moved from home
not thinking I would miss it
34 years, and as long as I remained close to Mama
I knew I was home
Now, nothing feels like it
Why did I move away again?
Any place that had Mama there
was home
Living within her before
I ever lived anywhere else
Growing up and memories
the step count
home structure
eating mama’s cooking
celebrating holidays
Mama’s presence
will always a requirement for home
This poem shows the love and bond you share with your Mom! Truly Beautiful!
“Nice,” Oh yes Mama is tantamount to home, in all its warmth and love.
I can relate.