Below is the poem entitled Not Just A House, But A Home which was written by poet
Gildersleeve. Please feel free to comment on this poem. However, please remember, PoetrySoup is a place of encouragement and growth.
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It seems like only yesterday
My home was filled with activity,
Laughter, quarreling and lots of love.
Just as life should be.
I look around and see yesteryears
Of scuffed floors and marked up walls,
Telling a story of lives being lived.
My children's ebbs and flows of life-
Dirty faces, begging to be chased,
Sticky fingers, grass stained knees,
Floor picnics on rainy days,
Wiping tears and snotty noses,
Breaking up many small feuds,
And with my arms stretched out wide,
I'd show them how I love them more.
Dare I say, kids grow up way too fast.
Before you know it they've left the nest.
But inside their hearts where love should grow,
They will make not just a house, but a home.
For Leonora Galinta's contest, 'A Home'