Coming Home Poem by Cat Ducat
Coming Home
Walking down a lonely street
The thoughts of the day swirl in my mind
Carrying a backpack full of books
On my way home.
I imagine, the smell
the taste,
the feel of home.
Always waiting for me when I come home.
Everyday, I wait to go home.
Just so I can be me.
I arrive at the front door.
A note on the door
Saying,
'Did you have a good day?
See you in an hour or so.'
I smile and carry my backpack inside.
That's why I always love coming home.
thats really sweet i wish i had that i used to hate going home id rather be with my friends
Yeah true, there ain't a better place in this world than your home.
I'm sitting up in hospital at the moment and I'm so looking forward to going home.
I agree but another reason I love coming home is because I'm out of school :)
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I would like to translate this poem
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4/18/2024 6:12:43 PM # 1.0.0.1119
a sweet poem kinda reminds me of my school days and the feeling of getting home frm school.....love u my sweet home....lol....a poem well writen....loved it