Home’s a place where
Your parents take care
Of you, and any time
You want, you easily find
Many sweets in the vase
Or can get at the jars
With different jams.
But why ‘ORs’ if ‘ANDs’!
Yes! Taking a spoon
You enjoy jams. Soon
You take a fruit-drop
And aren’t caught on the hop
Because it is Gran
Who’s glad to give them
To you with a smile.
Your manners can’t rile
Anyone if the ice-cream
Turns into a dream:
All of them know
Who ate it. So,
I can only say
A real genius made
Two different words meet!
What words? ‘Home’ and ‘sweet’!
sweet as your home.........................please can you comment on my poem written in memory of yoonus....
I liked it but i am not very good at reading it my rhythm is all off so i probably don't appreciate it as much as i should. My Bad.
i'm glad for read this so very happy poem, thanks for share it.
My memories of my gran filled my mind as I read this wonderfully written poem. She always had something homemade for me when I was there. This write brought wonderful memories alive again.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very nice, the home where everyone knows you stole the cookie or whatnot. Its not a cliche piece and it brings a vison to me of when I was little girl trying to steal my mothers fresh woopie pies.10