Linda Mary Rachel Haungs

Pillow Lace - Poem by Linda Mary Rachel Haungs

Empty. Longing for home..
Wondering, as I look around, why am I here?
Never feeling familiar surroundings, only
unknown ground... Not wanting to be here, any
Home, I miss...
I continue to be swollowed up by it... wanting
to be back there...

I cry on my pillow lace...every night...

Comments about Pillow Lace by Linda Mary Rachel Haungs

  • (12/20/2007 5:25:00 PM)

    I think we've all been homesick like this- thanks for putting words to that feeling.
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  • (6/27/2007 4:50:00 AM)

    oh, , sad feelings and really i can feel within yours..
    its so sad to feel that you are so faraway from the place and the home which you belong to..
    yes when we are so far, we only find our pillow to talk with and to cry on it..
    so nice and great writings..
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  • (6/20/2007 6:51:00 AM)

    Home sweet home... nice poem Linda. I enjoy it. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, June 20, 2007

Poem Edited: Sunday, March 13, 2011

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