Poetry by | December 6, 2009

As I lie on my bed, I remember
the carved wooden door I used to bang
when Iโ€™m outrageously mad at someone,
the heavy narra chairs I used to kick
when I tried to tame my lazy brothers,
that long soft sofa I used to sleep in
during those long cold boring afternoons,
that comfortable bed I woke up in
early in the morning,
the big airy house full of noise,
that white house I used to sneak out of,
that is now the most sentimental place
I long to go back to and never leave again.

Lee Ivy Acevedo is a student of creative writing at UP Mindanao.

6 thoughts on “Home”

  1. strive for more ngit. make one for us, for past friends, and for our generation.

    keep it up

    saludo kami sayo ๐Ÿ™‚

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