We leave our house many times,
Sometimes just for errands
And often to meet friends,
Occasionally to go away.
Each of those journeys is enjoyed,
Going to new places
Fills our hearts with joy.
But in our lives there is one place,
One place that means so much,
So much in our lives.
That place is always there,
Always there for us.
So when we open that door
We walk into that marvellous place,
That place that we call home.
Home is where the heart belongs
And life is at its absolute best,
In that place called home.
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Author:
Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) (
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- Published: March 1st, 2025 02:14
- Comment from author about the poem: Home is where the heart is.
- Category: Reflection
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