Monday, April 18, 2011

a home.

Home.
Home is not a place.
It's not a house,
Or a room.

Home.
Home is not a city.
It's not a state,
Or a town.

Home.
Home is not a street,
It's not an address,
Or a zip code.

Home.
Home is not a memory.
It's not a song,
Or a feeling.

Home is a person.

11 comments:

Anonymous said...

Love this so much! :]

The Solitary Writer said...

well ...home is something where someone is associated since long and i believe that somehow i have been missing my home since long...so good of writing this...following u ..my blog is updated too

ChickLitGirl said...

I love this. You wrote it?

Kaleena J. said...

@ chicklitgirl: Yes, :) I wrote it. Thank you!

Cinderita said...

Very sweet.
And the photo is perfect!

Sara Elle said...

brilliant. you hit the nail on the head with that one. x

hope said...

Oh wow. I love this, Kaleena. :)

Katie said...

ahh i love this! both the poem and the picture are fabulous! :)

Brooke said...

this is lovely :) love the photo too!

Baby Sister said...

Awwww. I love that. How true.

Kathryn said...

This is so beautiful. I think at the moment home is my family and one or two of my best friends.

Kate x