Where Is My Home? Poem by elysabeth faslund

Where Is My Home?



Didn't I tell you there wouldn't
Be any way
For me to go home
This Christmas Day...

Home was in crystal, windows
Celesty...colors all bright...
Chandeliers glittering,
I have to take a breath...

Memories in color...
Tears in faded grey...
I want my home...
The colors?

My home...what cost....

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Indira Babbellapati 07 December 2008

nostalgic and pathetic...

0 0 Reply
READ THIS POEM IN OTHER LANGUAGES
586 / 402
elysabeth faslund

elysabeth faslund

Thibodaux. Louisiana
Close
Error Success