The House, My Home
It’s not the brick and mortar
Nor the painted walls
Not the many rooms
Decorations and all
It started with just the two of us
But that was not for long
The pitter patter of the little feet
Is what kept us strong
The giggles and the laughter
Just some of what we shared
The trials and tribulations
Proved that we cared
It’s the memories of many decades
That makes - the house, a Home.
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Author:
Suresh (
Offline) - Published: August 6th, 2018 09:08
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Comments3
Nice one.
Thank you.
Very true and written well!
Thanx.
there is much truth here....
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