Home Sweet Home

A poem about home.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Home Sweet Home

My childhood home

Is cherished

 

Memories filled with

Silver and gold

And sometimes pure cold.

 

No one told me

It would go with me

Where ever I go

 

When I roam from

Town to town

I carry it with me

 

I open the door

Each night when

I go to sleep

And dream.

 

I can’t shake

What I learned

And what I didn’t

Learn inside

My honeycomb

 

I can’t stop

Moaning

About That

Home.

 

 

Reviews

[Wondering Mind]

Home is best, even if it were just a little nest

[Steve]

Lovely pic and such sweet words.....i feel that way too about the home i grew up in. I sometimes visit although a stranger now lives there. I will at times just walk around and see it again...

[Fran Marie]

Sweet memories to cheerish..... to be sure a heartwarming poem...... so nicely expressed!!