Home Sweet Home

(This post has nothing whatsoever to do with a certain comment The Boy Who Jumped made in our estemeed LLH's class)

Home is where mom is
Where dad returns from work
Where your sister lurks
Home is where the heart is
Home is where all your books are
All the clothes
Home is where you can sleep
When you choose not
to make the bed
Get shouted at
Home is where breakfast
Lunch and dinner, all
Taste good
Home is where
Maggi is not staple diet
Where bitter black coffee
Was unheard of
Where mom comes running
Thermometer, vicks et al
If you would just cough
Home is where
you’re a baby
and noone expects otherwise.
For a while, at least
Home is where the only book on torts is
By Archer
Home is where laptops are used to play games
And watch movies
Oh yes, Home is where you can watch TV
Where you’re just let be
Home is where your favourite pillow is
Your car is
That poster is,
The one he gave you on your b’day
Your videos are
Your poetry is
Home is where your photographs are
Home is where mom, dad n sister are
But oh,
Just now, home is so away n far.

Really, really bad poetry; but it's one of those things that I wrote oh-so-spontaneously - like I was actually feeling every word I typed. I know for a fact there are many others feeling the same way just now; seeing as how a lot of freaks actually went home for the weekend while the rest of us were left behind.

Not fair, I say.

Cheeeeeers to Home and Everything about it!