Prena Poetry

what i have learned is that
home is not always a four walled place
with dining table and fancy family portraits
it is the palace you seek in other people’s lives
it is a place in your mother’s heart,
the warmth of your fathers hug,
the bottle of drink you share with your friends.

sometimes it is the sky that tells
and lines in between a poetry book

home is not always a four walled place
with welcome mat at the door
and the winds chime by the window

it is the space in between
your name and your lover’s sure name
it is the color of your favorite dress
and the glow of your face in the morning

so home is not always the things
that surrounds you everyday
it is the feeling and all the little things
that makes you feel that you are loved enough