Favourite chair by the fire,
daily paper in your hand.
Children’s voices from the hall.
Cat curled up on your lap.
Wife in the kitchen cooking tea.
Home, the place you always want to be.
Eye lids are heavy,
after a long days work.
Relaxation is only a substitute for sleep.
The wistful words of your wife,
penetrate your drowsy mind.
Home is where the heart is,
a place of peace of mind.
Home sweet home, oh yes the picture you paint here in clear. A very cozy situation everyone would like to enjoy. Unfortunately there are many that will never have this opportunity. I feel for them, because this is truly peaceful. This is a wonderful poem David.---Melvina---
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
In a beautiful and peaceful way..I almost drifted -off David, ah! the power of the pen when in the hands of a gifted writer! Thankyou for sharing David Love duncan X