Home Poem by Kirsty Richards
Home
They say there's no place like home, I believe that
But my home is not where last night I sat
My home is not where I keep my things
My home is not where my doorbell rings
My home is not where my memories lie
Where I grew up in sorrow and the years wondered by
Home is a magical place that I've found
And now it's discovered I will always be bound
It surrounds me with warmth like a comforting dome
Being wrapped in your arms is where I call my home
My life makes more sense, the world seems more true
I love my home and I really love you
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4/26/2024 2:32:05 PM # 1.0.0.1119
I love the rhymes and the rhythm that comes with the good ones. This is a pleasure to read. I wish all writing was this easy to read. This was concise as well. That is very important. The ending was outstanding. That was the key. Wonderful! GW62