When I was a child
I lived in a beautiful home
Full of the rarest treasures,
Yet even more rare-- the dwellers
We had an abundance of wealth
But not the monetary type.
Our wealth was difficult to find,
And that is the best kind.
We had little space
But that was the key,
The key to our loving family
And why we lived happily.
That family has long since finished
But the love still remains...
Yet somewhere in the distant past,
You can hear them having a blast.
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Author:
Struggler (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: I used to live in a very small home, but my family was huge. The result of that was that we all practically had a mattress laid out on the bed everywhere. All my cousins, uncles, and aunts lived together due to circumstances. We made the best memories and the best times. We all fought together, laughed together, and cried together. We were truly one big happy family. This poem is dedicated to those times. Even though we have all moved on, we still cherish those years.
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Comments3
A sweet poem. I've lived in some small places myself. Isn't it funny how tiny houses are "in" now? 🙂
Thank you, I am so glad you liked the poem. It is funny how cozy and comfy small houses are more popular nowadays.
Family is so important in our lives Ravale and you obviously have a wonderful family.
Andy
Thank you! Yes, I do have a wonderful family. Family is very important.
a wonderful read
thanks for sharing
Thank you for sharing a lovely comment. It means a lot that someone appreciates my poem.
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