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

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Ah! this is ever so soft and lovely. I really enjoyed this. Makes me sigh and miss my hometown.

[Zeitgeist Manifesto]

This poem could make anyone homesick. It brings back memories
for me. Beautiful words!

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

Home is where the hearts is... nothing wrong with having roots and flying... for our past gives us identity and our journey defines us.

[Dark Empress]

Pretty, good write

[sarah]

a very good write!

[Short.Nerd]

Nicely done.

[Norma M Sutton]

Nicely written. I don't think I ever had a home in that sense. I never have dreamed about any of the places I've lived.

[Buddhistboy73]

Wow...your home sure looks big! Lol....
Great premise for a poem here, and yeah, my childhood home kinda jumps back into my consciousness every now and then, and when I visit my folks, well....memories come rushin....! Loved this piece....thanks for sharing....and the final stanza is cool.....bloody childhood homes eh!..;)

[Tate Morgan]

HOMe is who we are

[Alicia Schroeder]

Home is where the heart is, sweet write.