Poetry

Home, Sweet Home

A grateful reflection.

Where good things linger,
like soap scents and long laughs,
and sad thoughts flee.
Where kindness warms the winter,
and love never quits on me.
There’s a shelter from my storms,
a shoulder for my tears,
and a lesson on the longing
for the Home I’ll come to
at the end of my pilgrim years.

 

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