As I lie on my bed, I remember
the carved wooden door I used to bang
when I’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”
nice one bok…i like the last three lines of the poem…keep on writing!
wow… starstruck man pud ta oie.. =)
strive for more ngit. make one for us, for past friends, and for our generation.
keep it up
saludo kami sayo 🙂
i love you babes. youre way far from me in writing! SO FAR! makarelate lagi ko ani. 🙂
i miss you. keep it up! miss u
babes. its really good. makatouch. i wanna go home na.. i miss you. BAE na ka gajud. 🙂
now that’s simple…I like it.