A Place Called Home
There's a place that I call home,
it's where all my memories Rome,
the door frame even has nooks,
from where my mum watched us grow,
over the years and I can't believe,
I'm still the same height has I was when I was 13,
I no longer live with my mum for I have my own home,
but really there's no place like home.
Written by Davina Browne
25/01/2015
Copyright © Davina Browne | Year Posted 2015
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