When we talk about home; so many memories come to our minds. Those memories can make us feel sad, can make us smile; can make us feel joy or pain. This is what Lucille Clifton wants to say in her poem "When I go home". These memories are our essence and our strength to keep on going. And just evoking those memories we can instantly transport ourselves to that place that we all love. Even if we are going through hard times, we know that there is a place where we feel safe. And we don't always need to physically be in that place, because that place is in our minds. When we are away from home, the only thing we have from home is our memories and most of the time those memories determine what we are.
             Clifton talks about home in her poem; she talks of how she remember those times she spent in her moms house. You can perceive a series of emotions that she must have felt when writing this poem. Sadness when she talks about her mother that is gone now. Nostalgia when she talks about "the scent of dough rising under damp towels" (Line 3), and when she recalls her moms song and this mixed with the happiness one can feel when we think of all the good moments we had back home. She feels like she is back in her house. In the same house she spent her childhood under the eye of her mother. She say's that no matter where she is, she is home when she think of her memories from home.
             When I think of home, all kinds of emotions come to me. Something that identified me with Clifton's poem is that; just like her, when she thinks about home she thinks about her mom, who is gone now. When I think about home, I think of my recently gone grandfather and I can say that, by far, this is the saddest moment I've ever had. His death was so unexpected that I still can remember how shocked I was when I heard the news; I really couldn't believe what they were telling me. I wasn't home that day, so
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