Comfort's Of Home Poem by Angels Ink
Comfort's Of Home
As I curl up on my parents couch
And gaze around the room
I take in all the memories there
That have come and gone too soon
My mind wanders off with each item I see
Remembering my childhood past
The photo's of me as a little girl
Have come and gone so fast
The old fashioned cabnet with led light glass
Hold many a precious thing
The memories in the one locked door
To me a tear it brings
The clutter of books the photo's the doll's
All have a story to tell
I wouldn't change one single thing
Because this is where love dwells
The comfort of home is what I feel
Every time I walk through the door
It is not about having the flashest of things
For without Love a home is poor
As I snuggle down under my blanket
I realise why home is the best
I am not concerned with what you have
At Home I find
Love, Comfort and Rest.
This poem of yours wrapped me in a warm blanket of words gently scented with the love with which it was written and set me to counting, once more, my own blessings.
I really like this piece. I think everyone can relate. I feel this way when I go to my grandma's house
When it comes to writing, mood and sentiment mean a great deal more to a reader than they do to a writer. I writer simply knows what thery want to say. A reader knows what they want to read. It is too bad, that writers forget that so easily. I gave this what it deserves, A 10. GW62
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5/7/2024 4:11:54 PM # 1.0.0.1119
home is the best place to be, angel.take care baby.