Some say Home is where Mum is…
Some say Home is where food is…
A house where Mum is or where there's abundance of food,
But with no love and peace, cannot be called home.
For me, home is where love lives and peace dwells,
Home is anywhere as long as you have those two around you.
Love and peace have no boundaries/restrictions, it could be afar or close by,
But one thing is sure, It's right there in your heart
At closing hours, like a siren, I hear home call,
No time to hang out with the guys; or chill with friends,
The call of home I choose to heed,
Because I find peace and love where I dwell,
Your Home could even be in a person,
One in whom you find love and peace,
Choose and build your home carefully,
For out of it can flow joy or sadness.
Sometimes, home is just a piece of beautiful music over a period, as i have found in Enya’s Only Time
youtube.com/watch?v=7wfYIMyS_dI
What is your home?
Written by : Oluwatosin Faluta O.
Edited by : Idara Edidiong, Oluwasegun Akinshola.
