Home Poem by Keaka Reina
Home
The blood that flows through my veins.
The three animals I call my "brothers."
Our two best friends called "dogs."
And the two "adults" I call my parents.
We are growing, and moving apart.
But distance only makes us stronger.
And our hearts grow bigger.
Home is not a location.
But the feeling we get when our hearts are near.
Very amazing sharing definitely done here. Wisely penned.10
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8/28/2026 3:42:38 PM # rel_20260827T145718Z_a0f1bd3
An insightful depiction of one's spiritual attachment to home irrespective of its environment, well articulated and nicely penned with conviction. A lovely poem written from the heart. Thanks for sharing Reina. Please read my poem MANDELA - THE IMMORTAL ICON.