Home Swine Home Poem by Melody Thaila Kuku

The walls dulled with careless hands,
Leaving colours of leftover foods,
Soothed palms,
Restless feet,
Initials of habitats.

Merry shouts plaguing Air’s ear drum.
Friendly curses flying from lips to lips,
Teasing that pokes the heart with smiles,
Yet, causing angry blushes.

Faces are slapped or punched,
Nerves goes fray,
Then good news spreads round,
And laughter co-ordinate orchestras
Of harmony.
Home swine Home.

For journeys to and fro has been made,
Loved ones scattered in Life’s pursuit,
Then the feet walks back home,
Where the best and worst are squeezed
Out of the soul,
Mixed in the pot of love.

Not a picnic spot,
Not all smiles and no tears,
Not a place to hide from the world,
But one where you are tempted sore,
And lessons of defense,
Sewn into the brain,
Supported with hearts of kindness,
My Home sweet Home.