Home….
By: Luis Macias

Home… home is where you can feel comfortable,
home is not the empty spot where you live
that blue and gray place you call “home”,
that smell of turkey in the kitchen, that’s not home.

Home… home four letters with a strong meaning,
feel protected inside your people’s arms
arms that can take problems away,
arms that can also be your arms.

Home… home is listening at your abuelita calling you by your nickname,
that name that makes your heart feel full of good energy
energy that makes you able to go around the world and fight,
fight for be close to the people you love.

Home… home is the smell of an old lady wet clothes
that every time you hug her makes you to hug her harder,
home the place where you can get mad at your abuelo,
the kind of grandpa, whose everyday is drunk because of his issues.

Home… home is where you can hear your name,
the name that identifies you as a part of their home
where you can hear them laughing with you
because this time people aren’t laughing at you.

Home… home can taste the same way everyday
only if you eat at the brown old table.
being around you home mates praying,
praying because you are at home.

Home… home is not your home when you are far away,                                                          far from your roots that gave you your name,                                                                       name that feels like crying everyday,                                                                                            Crying because it’s missing home.