What Is A Home?
A house can be just four walls,
Beds, kitchens, bathroom stalls.
A house is a thing that be knocked over,
Built up again, several times over.
Lawns, pools, and TVs are nice,
But how do they fill rooms with the smell of cooking spice?
And how do they know when we're depressed or sad?
Homes are different though.
It's easy to see,
How without all the fancy accessories,
That a home is built on the love which you bring,
Every minute of everyday.
So that's why I felt the need to say.
Thank you for giving me a home.
One of the things I learned since moving out that is really humbling is that houses are not homes. No matter how big or small it's just a place to put your stuff and be protected from by the elements. But beyond that they can't give you hugs or fill themselves with smell of our favorite foods on our birthday. Family does. And while this poems doesn't target mothers specifically I think that it can be implied that they are one of the major reasons why you have a home.