Kat Smith

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I Wrote Home - Poem by Kat Smith

my home

my two favorite blankets
wrapped around me tight to chase off the cold of night

my home


watching from far above the street
at night as the snow falls silently down
disturbing nothing
home is
hurricane sandy, Irene, and the most recent of storms blowing bye

and when I awake all is a humid calm a
home is power outages
and being snowed in
home is not Christmas morning

home is having every morning
alive just like the last
home isn't thanksgiving dinners
home is dinners on the couch with a good book
home is often cold
and almost never filled with life

except when I write
then my home fills with the sounds of laughter and music
then and only then does it harbor that warm happy glow that makes a house home
I created my home

not out of memories
of Easter egg hunts
and family party's

not out of Christmas mornings
and thanksgiving dinner

rather I made my home out of words
brick by brick
from the corner stone I wrote into existence the home i never had
I wrote stories of times I never had
of a family i thought I maybe deserved

Topic(s) of this poem: home

Poet's Notes about The Poem

the beginning of this is the few actual 'home' experiences ive had and the bottom if how my imagination takes me away from all of it

Comments about I Wrote Home by Kat Smith

  • Aries Profanisaurus (4/27/2014 12:29:00 AM)

    It is beautiful. The way that you made the transition from one to the other is near flawless (Report) Reply

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  • (8/19/2013 4:26:00 AM)

    nice imagery and touched
    well written
    thanks for sharing
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Poem Submitted: Saturday, August 17, 2013

Poem Edited: Tuesday, March 10, 2015

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