A House I Call My Home Poem by Reagan A. Latumbo

I grew up in a house made of bamboo,
with surroundings full of trees and kiddo,
where me and my siblings born into.

A house we called our home,
where care, respect and love were form,
a place different from we called a dorm.

With strong column and a rooftop used for our protection,
from flying creatures that have bad intention,
to an evil person that may bring a poison.

With living room where we used to watch and play,
a place where get together we do everyday,
a place where we realized after a long tiring day.

With dining area where we learn how to cook,
familiarizing utensils, things that we aren't know how to look,
the only place I knew where I started reading the cook book.

With sleeping room where our bodies laid to rest,
that has comforting pillows and mattress we love to press,
a place where I cried and find a solemn inner peace!

These were the only section in our house where my memories lay,
A place where I and my family stood together and pray,
Someday, a place that I can call my own, my home, today and forever!