The Memory of Home

A wonderful poem about home and what it means.

BronxBeyondBorders

1214 Boston Road

The Memory of Home

Hundreds of steps leading to the fifth floor,

can’t wait to get to my door,

breathless.

Cracked need painting walls,

with matching floors,

outdated

Smells of marvelous coming from the kitchen,

breakfast, lunch, and supper,

parented

Downy on the sheets in perfect folded piles,

an every week routine,

pampered

Questions about school, tests, mates,

daily check-in,

adored

Home where memories are made,

life lessons are taught,

love

                                           By:  E. R. Smith

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