Mariah Bosch is a Fresno, California based poet. She has been previously published in CSU Fresno's Flies, Cockroaches, and Poets. She is finishing her undergraduate education in English this fall.
1 poem by Mariah Bosch
Home is where the heart is. Don’t stay long when the husband is not at home. Bricks and mortar make a house, but the laughter of children makes a home. If you’re going home, you don’t get wet. A bride received into the home is like a horse that you have just bought; you break her in by constantly mounting her and continually beating her. A hundred men may make an encampment, but it takes a woman to make a home. Better be kind at home than burn incense in a far place. Foul linen should be washed at home. God visits us, but most of the time we are not at home. A woman’s place is in the home. Home is home, be it ever so humble. Home, sweet home. He who has no house of his own is everywhere at home. He who is far from home, is near to harm. East or west, home is best. Not the place where I was born but where I hang my hat is home. Away from home the girl picks forbidden fruit. The sun at home warms better than the sun elsewhere. He who travels a lot becomes wise; he who is wise stays home. The brave person regards dying as just going home. There’s no place like home. Living is worthless for one without a home. A house is not a home. Home is a time and a feeling.