Home Poem by Stefanie Fontker

Home



Am I to sit here,
Upon this chair of yours?
Behind mountains
Of framed pictures
From your distant youth.
This is not mine,
None of it has my name.
Your kindness is bulging,
Behind your cracked smile.
But please try to remember,
Your home could never
Be my own.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Eric Cockrell 16 September 2011

well done, forceful, and defiant!

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Dave Walker 16 September 2011

Really like this one. The speed you do your poems At is amazing.

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