"What makes a home?" I asked my little boy, And this is what he said, "You, mother, And when father comes. Our table set all shiny, And my bed, And mother, I think it's home, Because we love each other." You who are old and wise, What would you say If you were asked the question? Tell me, pray. And simply as a little child, The old wise ones can answer nothing more -- A man, a woman and a child, Their love, Warm as the gold hearth fire along the floor. A table, and a lamp for light. And smooth white beds at night. Only the old sweet fundamental things. And long ago I learned -- Home may be near, home may be far But it is anywhere That love And a few plain household treasures are. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DOWN BY THE CARIB SEA: 2. LOS CIGARILLOS by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON THE SUPPLIANT by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE WHITE HOUSE by CLAUDE MCKAY THE LIGHT THAT LIES by THOMAS MOORE PER PACEM AD LUCEM by ADELAIDE ANNE PROCTER AGAMEMNON: THE SACRIFICE OF IPHIGENIA. CHORUS by AESCHYLUS |