My homeA Poem by Amorous Palm
Home isn't just walls made of brick
Not just the kitchen sink Or the bed in which I sleep, My home is snow in February, My home is State fair hot dogs, And not Clorox, My home is a long but short drive through Deep Ellum, It depends on if you're enjoying it or not, The museum I always drove past, But never went in, The days when I'd have lots of homework, And the school years that never seemed to last, And the moment you realize, It's all gone someday
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4 Reviews Added on September 19, 2023 Last Updated on September 19, 2023 AuthorAmorous PalmDallas, TXAboutI am from Los Angeles, California. I love poetry, and music. more..Writing
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