jenbubblepop shermanater

A Home For My Son

These four walls
It has ten windows but only two doors
It's a home that keeps me safe and warm
Shelters me from the thunder storm
With furniture I bought all by my self
I no longer feel like I’m sat on the shelf
I've made a home for me and my son
A warm safe place where he can have fun
Playing with cars and other toys
'Oops' he fell over but boys will be boys
Laying beside him so he will sleep
Snoring away not making a peep
So peaceful he lays in his bed
His furry pillow under his head
This four walls turned into a home
As long as we have this we're never alone.

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 8, 2010

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