This poem, “Everyone Is Home,” holds a special place in my heart. It’s the kind of poem that brings tears to your eyes, blending the beauty and sorrow of reality in a way that’s both haunting and heartfelt. As I reflect on its words, I’m reminded of something my dad once said: “You’ll wish you never said you wanted to be older.” How true those words ring now.
This poem, celebrated on TikTok for its raw emotion and truth, captures those fleeting moments of family life we often take for granted. It’s a poignant reminder of the preciousness of time spent with loved ones, and a tender look at the inevitable changes that life brings. I hope it touches your heart as deeply as it has touched mine.
This poem absolutely shattered me into a million pieces so I had to bring it to life. ❤️🩹 @Words Written ♡ Poetry @searows
Everyone Is Home
You’re 10 years old and everyone is home. Mom is cooking, dad is watching TV, and your siblings are doing their own thing, but everyone is home.
You’re laying in your childhood bedroom, dreaming of the day where you get to grow up and be on your own
You wanted to be older so badly that you forgot to take in the comfort of everyone being home. Now, you’re in your 20s and you wish you could go back.
You and your siblings have all moved out. Your parents have aged, and they’re trying to get used to the term “empty nesters.” You start to notice their grey hair and wonder where all the time has gone.
You realize that there will never be another day where you all live together again. Your siblings aren’t just in the other room, they are somewhere else.
Every now and then you will visit, but you will not stay. You will never play together again, you will not wake up and eat breakfast together every morning, and there will be no more family movie nights. You won’t even see each other everyday.
I am longing for the feeling of home, but I can’t go back. My childhood home has been ripped down, and pieces of it are scattered in all diferent places.
Nobody is home.
In the empty rooms of our old home, the laughter and warmth we once shared now live only in memories.
The walls that echoed with our joy stand silent, holding onto the echoes of a family grown and gone.