Home is me(Mimi Truong)

 

 

Home is safe

Humid sizzling hot sun

Home reminds me of my innocence self

That time I learned how to ride a bike

Home takes me back

Back to my childhood memories

Whenever I think of family I think of home

Home has one street

Home taught me to be happy

To live simple life

Home is filled with love

Family understands you

Family who remembers things about me

And now as I sit in History class

And they mention Vietnam, I lit up, as I remember my childhood

But I still get a little emotional thinking about it

Wherever I go from now I have a piece of home with me

As now i don’t live there anymore

Life here is amazing but home as they say will always be home

My heart wants to live there again

But it was the perfect place to grow up

I would never trade any place for home

Growing up there shaped me into the person I am today

I’m glad I got to grow up in Vietnam

You see it as a vacation destination these days but people don't really know of what’s like to grow up there. 

This poem is about: 
Me
My family
My country
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