The Warmest Place Poem by Kwai Chee Low

The warmest place is where the heart stays
Where sweet memories abide
This house of old, creaking timber and leaking roof

Where in the courtyard stands my trusty friend
Its boughs swaying in the path of the north wind
And its falling leaves surrender and dance to the gentle breeze

Birds in free flight, carefree, singing their songs
We whisper, holding hands, not to break this reverie
As we bask in the sun's warm rays

Till nightfall we laze below the stars' canopied glow
Happily lost in the search for our favorite star
This house of old, creaking timber and leaking roof
A warm place where sweet memories abide