Home Sweet Home
A Poem by
Marie Harrison
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.
© 2010 Marie Harrison
Reviews
This was very nicely written. I loved the emotions within it and I loved the flow of this piece. Being home teaches you many things to prepare for the real world. Good write. Thanks for sharing.
Posted 13 Years Ago
i can't stop either... what to do, what to do............
Posted 13 Years Ago
i can't stop either... what to do, what to do............
The love/hate relationship with where you came from is undeniable
Posted 14 Years Ago
The love/hate relationship with where you came from is undeniable
Believe me I know the feeling, great job well done.
Posted 14 Years Ago
Believe me I know the feeling, great job well done.
I kinda think we're haunted by our childhood, sometimes for good and sometimes not so much for good. Nice job on this.
Posted 14 Years Ago
I kinda think we're haunted by our childhood, sometimes for good and sometimes not so much for good. Nice job on this.
So true. I love the picture you have to accompany this. I know the feeling. I can remember my old place with a fondness and a sadness. Thanks for sharing.
Posted 14 Years Ago
So true. I love the picture you have to accompany this. I know the feeling. I can remember my old place with a fondness and a sadness. Thanks for sharing.
Home Sweet Home.
Teens always don't know how sweet and good the feeling of home is.
Oh, that's a beautiful poem!
Posted 14 Years Ago
Home Sweet Home.
Teens always don't know how sweet and good the feeling of home is.
Oh, that's a beautiful poem!
The place we grew up always calls to us and every time we go home to that neighborhood its always drastically different and if you know who is living in that house and have a chance to go inside its always different so home sweet home lives in our memories and dreams sometimes too.
Posted 14 Years Ago
The place we grew up always calls to us and every time we go home to that neighborhood its always drastically different and if you know who is living in that house and have a chance to go inside its always different so home sweet home lives in our memories and dreams sometimes too.
Lovely poem. Gives a visual into how you feel about your childhood home, with how it haunts you, so does mine. This is penned well, a cool write.
Posted 14 Years Ago
Lovely poem. Gives a visual into how you feel about your childhood home, with how it haunts you, so does mine. This is penned well, a cool write.
1 of 1 people found this review constructive.
awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww i feel like that sometimes
Posted 14 Years Ago
awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww i feel like that sometimes
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Added on October 24, 2010
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Marie Harrison Atlanta, GA
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Momma told me to get out and enjoy life, so now I'm going to dance.
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