Home Poem by sallam yassin

Oh home what made your old walls
So precious
Not cold of winter I knew
What made your dust of summer
So dearest
Not floods of fall I knew
Oh home what made your love
So deep rooted
Not good days that we had
Your love I sipped
From pap
Breast of my mom
Oh home your love was seeded
With hand warm of my dad
So deep
So (dear)
In my heart so deep
Rejoiced
In cradle tales of my grandma
In my core
I carry (song)
My home
In things yours
No gold i knew
But spill of yours
In love dwelt in; that I know