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
just thoughts 