My friend Deb had her fourth grade kids write a poem about home. After talking to her a little bit about the assignment, I decided to write a quick poem for her to share with the kids. :) I'm not misses poem pants, but I like this poem because it is simple and accurate depiction of the best sense of home that I have ever had....
Napping on my parent's bed
Sheer lavender curtains brushing over me in the breeze
Corn bread baking in the oven to greet me when I wake
It is the smell of warmth, love and safety
My brother's laugh floats through the room and and out of the open window
My mother's gentle kiss welcomes me back from a dream
I am home
In the presence of my family
My father hugs me tightly whispering the words "I love you Sweet-pea"
It's Saturday
The best day
The only day
I am home
1 comment:
Excellent Poem. Mind if I share. I used to have a horrible habbit of biting my nails. I quit about 3 months ago, yea me. I wrote this poem about 12 years ago, I think, it's been so long.
Nails, A Force of Habbit
Their imperfection eats into my mind.
Their sharpness begs to be picked
Their roughness demands a smooth edge
Their dirt pleads to be clean
Their cuticle wants a fresh trim
Their nagging is driving me insane
I think I’ll just bite them all off.
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