Jojoba Mansell


Our First Home - Poem by Jojoba Mansell

It will not be a palace,
nor will it be a shed.
It will be ours alone,
our kingdom, when we wed.

Fill it with our memories,
furnish it with love.
Give it lots of elbow grease,
always thanking God above.

At times it’ll see us argue,
see the tears when we fight.
But it’ll see more of happiness,
in our union will delight.

It will not be a palace,
nor will it be a shed.
It won’t contain works of art,
but works of heart instead.

Topic(s) of this poem: home


Comments about Our First Home by Jojoba Mansell

  • Darlene Walsh Darlene Walsh (5/12/2014 6:01:00 AM)

    A very nice poem, I will have such a home very soon :) (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, April 9, 2014

Poem Edited: Wednesday, April 9, 2014


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