My First Home. Poem by Arfa Iris

missing my first home,
the lanes i used to roam,
where i spent my childhood,
making friends in neighborhood.
place full of golden memories.
the time spent under trees.
playing under their cool shade.
fights which in span used to fade.
facing thrill & adventure in day light.
& also scared to step out during night.
the cozy rooms & the open space,
were the worlds best solace.
everything held their own position.
full of joy, sorrow & every emotion.
the room grandma used to sleep.
from there, these memories peep,
& make me fret & weep.
these memories always remind,
my first home i used to call mine.
& shows its worth.
which cant be found anywhere else on earth.