Missing my home. I so want to go home to my mom.


Home

Far away from home..
Thinking about the cottage..
The place where I spent my childhood..
The place that I call my home..

Small and simple..
It is a place of wisdom.

Love and laughter..
filled the core of my life chapter.

It was my playground, my castle grand..
Felt like the king, of the land.

Like heaven above, It was a place full of
Laughter and love.

A comforting dome.
That I call my home..

Next to nothing, above all..
There is no place like home.

I yearn for that zone
I want to go home



Poetry by learnings
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Written on 2010-09-25 at 16:05

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John Ashleigh
Sometimes a house is not a home. When you find or remember that home - oh, home sweet home.

regards,
John.
2010-11-22


Libyan Rose
Homesick ...the feeling that never leave u till u back to ur home where u left all memories and family love.
Nice poem ,thanks for share it us
2010-09-25