Home - Poem by Philip Lore
Home is safety, I'll be glad when I'm there,
A place of comfort in my rocking chair.
At home I'm finally not alone,
Resting in my bed, talking on the phone.
Home is where I store my things,
Wear my watch, my wedding ring.
I can peacefully lay upon my throne,
Drink fresh cold milk, eat an ice cream cone.
Home...it's where I belong,
A few more months, it won't be long.
Home is where I'll spend my time,
Peace and contentment, will be mine.
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