A Palace in Leith

Short poem about my first home and mother.

A Palace in Leith

 

I wouldn’t be King...no heir to the throne,

but I lived in a Palace...my very first home.

A small room and kitchen in the middle of Leith,

so why call this a palace? Why have this belief?

 

It wasn’t its decor ...the paint was all chipped,

the walls were half papered with some sections ripped.

There was no fancy rug or family portrait,

no grand piano, no butler to wait.

 

What made this a Palace was a mother who cared,

who made sure I was warm in the bed that I shared.

Despite all the problems in the life that she had,

her love made this a Palace...for that I am glad.

Reviews

[Wulfwaru]

A beautiful poem expressing the meaning of home.

I love that you chose Leith, since it was a port town within the City of Edinburgh (since port towns weren't the prettiest) and made a comparison of a hovel to saying someone made it palace because of their love.

Punctuation could be better but the heart-warming meaning it too great for anything less than an 90.