My Home

May 12, 2010
The home is happiness,
Discussing the day at the dinner table,
Waking up Christmas morning waiting to open your stocking,
It’s where the heart is.

The home is full of memories,
The memories you can never forget,
Those ‘had to be there’ moments.
That will always be wallet sized snapshots in your memory.

It is the place where secrets and surprises dwell,
The hiding spots that only you know about.
The missing Easter Egg that you forget to find,
And find six months later.

The home is a place you can call yours,
A place you can come home to every day.
And just kick back and relax.

The home is unique, particular, incomparable,
Once in a lifetime adventures,
Not a normal place,
It’s my place,
My place I like to call home.

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Patrick said...
Jun. 18, 2010 at 12:11 pm

Great work.  Always good to see a poem from a real artist.  You Rock!


Keli Anne said...
Jun. 17, 2010 at 9:36 pm
You not only wrote from your heart, but reminded me of snap shots I had from days gone bye.  Thank you for sharing this with all of us.  You are a beautiful person within =)
Julie Schatz said...
Jun. 17, 2010 at 9:24 pm
wow!  I am very impressed!  Great job Haley!  :-)
hotpinkgrl96 said...
Jun. 10, 2010 at 8:14 pm

Hi Everyone,

If you're going to be mean and rate me a 1 out of 5.  Just don't rate it.


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