My home is the world

This is a poem that I wrote some years ago, but to me, it has lost nothing of its accuracy. The picture was drawn by a very talented friend of mine and inspired me to write this poem.

 

 

 

I have no country or city

to call home.

My home does not consist

of walls and a roof.

I need no furniture or decoration,

for the pictures hanging on my walls

are my memories

and my furniture is made of

travelling,

a beautiful sunset

or simply laughing

with my friends.

My family is life

and my home is the world.

 

Copyright Sophie Aduial 2017

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