This is what I call home

I love my house dearly The walls, the shelves, and the floor But my house is not my home Even in all its galore But it is a chamber A chamber full of memories Of both joy and sorrowful Moments with my family When I step upon my porch And turn the knob of my door I am welcomed by my mother And the toys of my sister on the floor I see my father getting ready for work And the dress my mother fixed and sewn I see my sister playing with her toys And this is what looks like home I hear the laughter of my sister As she smiles at videos shown I hear the online meeting of my parents And this is what sounds like home I smell the scented candles on the counter And the hand sanitizers I own I smell the homemade dishes and pastry And this is what smells like home I taste the cooking of my mama And the flavourful taste of pancit canton I taste the sweet tang of sapin sapin And this is what tastes like home I feel the love my family And the way I never feel alone I feel the comfort of my friends Through the calling phone I feel the presence of Jesus Christ As he will always be there by my side He is the man I will always trust and believe Because for us, he was crucified Through the beauty of my nose and skin I feel the generations of my ancestry I hear the language of my mother tongue And feel the genesis of my home country Home can be anywhere Whether in the Philippines or in Rome As long as I am with my family I am already home.