A Place Called Home Poem by sania harris
A Place Called Home
Today, I visited a place
A place they called home
No spot of deface
It was perfect in this loam
A lady called mother
Embraced me with love
I would clasp no other
Than the one mentioned above
Then a tall, lovely girl
Welcomed me with a luster
She looked more beautiful than a pearl
And I think they called her sister
I saw more and more faces
My eyes filled with awe
I’ve never seen like this a place
Scenic than an artist could even draw
This place called home
Was different from other
No words of it can touch a tome
It was wonderful, it had a mother
OCTOBER 29,2008
A high place given to a mother. A mother is the queen of the house.
Truely this is a beautiful poem i was honestly touched by the emotion as i read :) good work
Home is palace and mother is Queen.........so majestic, for anyone to refuse.good writes Nia.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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5/2/2024 3:11:01 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Its warm peaceful feeling u get after reading this poem keep going lady