A Place Called Home Poem by Loyd C Taylor Sr

Streaming in the wind
as her mouth closed
ever so tightly on the
future material needed
to insure a safe abode
for her little ones
who would soon find
a comfortable place
to enter into the world
and to grow up to
become independent
starting a life all their
own, but for a while
they will be nested here
encircled around by
hundreds of like strands
woven together into
one secure place
called home.

© Loyd C. Taylor, Sr.