Love Poem: A Home I Can Call My Own
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Written by: Ellioza Nacionales

A Home I Can Call My Own

My Papa died before mama born me 
And mama leave me before I could see 
In the dweeling house of the faithful. 
The people give me everything 
Nourinshing my soul by teaching me 
But I feel something is missing 
In my heart,emptiness is there 
And seeking for it is the only answer 
So I leave the place,which they call my"home" 
With the pormise in my heart 
I will keep the memories of this place 
And the only hope that I have 
Is the picture of a woman in my hand 
I didn't know the world where I stay 
Is different from the world I am walkin in 
But with my courage and faith 
I will walk this path of hardness 
Even though I will be one of the people 
Sleep in the street,felling cold and hanger 
I will carry all just for the woman in the picture 
God hear my agony during the lonely nights 
So He lead me to the house 
Where this woman in the picture stay 
I'm very happy and excited,I knock on the door 
the old woman in uniform open the door 
Ask me who I want and what I want 
So I tell her the reason and show her the picture 
And this is the woman  say: 
"Your mother come back after she elope 
With the gardener of this house,she love most 
And your gandfather accept her 
With the condition follow his order 
And that is to forget she have a daughter 
Because having you in this house is a big scandal 
For the family belong to the royal blood 
But your mother love you so much 
She tried to escape from the guard 
To look for you in the place where she left you 
But she fall in the window and died 
To avoid the guards watching her all the time 
And like the old saying"sorry always come last" 
Your grandfather died because of too much pain in the heart 
Blaming himself for the death of your mother 
But before he died he look for you 
Hoping that seeing you will ease the pain he felt 
But your grandpa didn't got a chance 
Because like your mother, he die " 
My tears dropping after hearing what she say 
Knowing I have no chance to say"mama" 
And the cemetery is the only place 
Where I could see her 
And the first word "Hi" I want to say when I see her 
Will be the start of saying good bye. 
I left the place where everyone love and care for me 
To look for the woman who give birth of me 
Hoping with her we could start a home 
A home that I can call really my own.