Kirsty Richards

Home - Poem by Kirsty Richards

They say there's no place like home, I believe that
But my home is not where last night I sat
My home is not where I keep my things
My home is not where my doorbell rings
My home is not where my memories lie
Where I grew up in sorrow and the years wondered by
Home is a magical place that I've found
And now it's discovered I will always be bound
It surrounds me with warmth like a comforting dome
Being wrapped in your arms is where I call my home
My life makes more sense, the world seems more true
I love my home and I really love you

Comments about Home by Kirsty Richards

  • Rookie Greenwolfe 1962 (2/1/2009 3:31:00 PM)

    I love the rhymes and the rhythm that comes with the good ones. This is a pleasure to read. I wish all writing was this easy to read. This was concise as
    well. That is very important. The ending was outstanding. That was the key.

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, February 1, 2009

Poem Edited: Sunday, February 1, 2009

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