Mi Casa, Su Casa Poem by Glen Martin Fitch

Mi Casa, Su Casa



Hello, come in my friend!
You're welcome here.
I have an extra toothbrush,
towel and comb.
You got here safely.
Hope I sound sincere as I say,
I want you to feel at home.
But I'm not sure
just what home means to you
and what if
how I live
to you seems wrong.
Well, be yourself
and somehow we'll make do.
I only ask you
not to stay too long.
With every year
we're more set in our ways.
As we grow strict
we're destined to offend.
So let us make the most
of these few days.
You wouldn't be here
if you weren't my friend.
Sit down,
relax,
be real.
Just understand,
you cannot be
both comfortable and grand.

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