Prize Poetry

Home to Me

by a young woman, age 15

When I think of my home, I see light filtering through the leaves of my favorite climbing tree.

When I think of home, I hear my sister's small voice, singing happy and clear.

When I think of home, I smell peppermint tea, meticulously measured and brewed well.

When I think of home, I taste microwave dinners made haphazardly in haste.

When I think of home, I touch my mom's hands—they've been working too much.

When I think of my home, I feel warmed up with love.

When I think of my home, I feel as though I have been given something to love.


[Author Statement: "My English class used the Pongo site as a poetry writing exercise, and I was really able to get into it.  It's a great place to express yourself, share your work with others, or just practice writing poetry! The poems I wrote were reflections of my feelings, and I know the same is true for many other writers and their poetry.  I think it's kind of beautiful that there's a place where anyone can share that kind of reflection, no pressure, and then get a glimpse of what other writers are feeling too."]


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