I like this .. i think of the men and women who are away fighting and come home... not just them though, all of us who have been away and longed for home ..nice one , Andrea.
Oh, that's nice and warm! Home: for me it will be when I hold my little boy again, and hang out at my brothers in Hells Canyon.
Nice poem full of the feeling of welcome.
Like a warm blanket on a cold night.
Like a ray of sun in a sea of clouds.
Like the first rain to a parched desert.
Like a symphony in a silent world.
I think you have summed it up perfectly!
About one who longs to return!
GReat Poem! :)
beautiful. i think the concept of home is one of the most comforting ideas. How sad it must be to leave that comfort but what a heavenly day it must be the time you finally return. You sum it up so nicely here.