my home is where my heart is. <br /> <br />the white furniture are the veranda <br />the black umbrella at the side of the door <br />the green grass the lush trees <br />the pathway filled with pebbles <br />the ceiling with a fan <br />the stairs without dust <br />the railings with shellac <br />mahogany smell of walls <br />the well at the backyard <br />the smell of bacon at the kitchen <br />scrambled eggs and fresh milk <br />every morning <br />the smoke rising to the roof <br />of white steam rice <br /> <br />mother calling us all <br />and father waiting <br />praying for grace <br />and then this hearty meal<br /><br />RIC S. BASTASA<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-home-is-where-my-heart-is-2/
