Beautiful details in this poem Karla. I was drawn to the yellow and green heart but I adored this part of your poem: It says so much!

And when it is over,
It is not over.
Your body trembles
with the old cliche and
you get more aware
that home is where your heart is.

Awesome piece my friend.

Home... There is nothing like home.
But home is everywhere and anywhere we go, mainly where we feel like it is home. So yeah, home is not something material but something that make us feel secure. There are many ways to explain or many will have a different definition.

I like this piece, this someone living in Toronto, it seems, while celebrating "Brazilian day" and remembering his/her home place. However, this someone is mainly remembering his/her family. His/her family are his/her home and they will always be. Even if he/she is not ready to go back yet.

Which makes me wonder why? And I like when poems make me ask questions.