Something About Home Poem by Mwenyeji Spikes

An aura of familiarity and genuine calm
For the traveler, a hint of nostalgia
We are all tethered to the world from a place called home
We stray and find our way back
To a place in our hearts that's defined by more than just the four walls

The bonds with our kindred makes the memories rooted
Deep within our hearts we treasure the relation and memories
Memories from a place called home
Hot meals, cold showers, warm heartily laughter
Kindred feuds all woven into the family fabric

The bonds stitch us together
Promises we made to stick up for one another
From a house to a home and family is made
Something about home that still lingers.

Home is the easing into rest and tranquility
Home is the long embrace that yields into a sigh of relief
It's the distant long poise of calmness within
Something about home we cant really fathom
Home is a step back into comfort from comfort
Home is the moulding pot

Home is the shortest distance from our hearts to our hands
We feel and do not from responsibility but love
Home is the long afternoon shadow that stays long with us
Even after the sun goes down
It's something about home
We all can't place a finger on.