This House... This Home Poem by Francie Lynch
This House... This Home
We'll age like a well-worn porch
In a thunder storm;
Telling tales, sipping drinks,
Beneath a canopy of stars-
In a house that we call home.
Our basement's stoked with love,
That melts away the cold;
The rafters hang with laughter,
To warm us when we're old.
Our shelves are stocked
With hugs and kisses;
And jars of smiles and hopes;
The food of family ties,
That nourish hearts and souls.
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