Full of comfort and warmth.
A place that you know
Each cranny and nook.
It's a shelter from mother nature
And a place to escape to.
It's a place that if you leave
And come back years later
It's special feeling will still remain.
It holds your heart and
The best of memories.
It shouldn't be foreign
Full of shadows and dark.
You shouldn't be told by a stranger
Where things go.
You shouldn't look inside and start to cry.
Nor search for a piece of anything
That says it is your home.
You may not own the property
Or what's in it.
But it's your home
And you still have to live in it.
© by ~Lee-Anne Peters~
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