Home Poem by Barbara Haskell

Home



Home, to me, is where echo's remain,
of last night's love-making,
yesterday's laughter,
and some long past tears.
Home, to me, is full of us,
in every room.
But home, to me, is not so much
a certain place,
Home, to me,
is wherever you are.

Tuesday, October 9, 2007
Topic(s) of this poem: home,laughter
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