Being able to come home,
And be greeted with Love.
Open the Scriptures feeling
The Spirit of God.
At night be able to talk,
Talk about anything and everything.
Sitting by the fire being able
to feel the Warmth fill your
Heart with Joy.
Have time to laugh about things,
But yet be able to comfort those
Who need comforting.
There is a time to be Home,
And there is a time to leave.
But It will Always be Your
Home! ! !
By~Nyki
Nyki-This is a very lovely poem...one of your best. I loved it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Home is where your heart is Nyki. It seems you have a big one. ~Shane~