Andrea Dietrich Poet Sonnet

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For the Haven Poetry Contest of Constance La France

“Home, the spot of earth supremely blest, a dearer, sweeter spot than all the rest.” – Robert Montgomery

Haven

I miss the haven of my youth long past
when melancholy melted in the mirth
of sharing time with siblings. What a blast
we used to have. No memories are worth
as much as those when life was still carefree.
If there were worries, they were shouldered by
two parents who looked after family
and did their best to make sure to supply
their kids with the necessities to thrive.
We were not rich, but we were clothed and fed,
and from our parents, we learned how to strive
to meet our goals in future lives we led.
No home is perfect, but I can be glad
as havens go, a great one I sure had!

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Akham Nilabirdhwaja Singh September 18, 2026 at 5:57 AM The poem reminds us that a true Haven is not defined by wealth or perfection,but by love,care,shared memories,and the values passed down by parents.A touching tribute to family and the precious memories of youth.Liked it.

Ink Empress September 18, 2026 at 5:37 AM A grateful and thankful heart is blessed sweet Andrea. You have that in you, which I absolutely admire. Beautifully woven about your childhood and your haven which taught you so much Pleasure reading Best wishes Sending you light always You are the queen of Sonnets

Anne-Lise Andresen September 18, 2026 at 4:46 AM - The best place on earth, Andrea :) - Best wishes in the contest :) - hugs

Kim Rodrigues September 18, 2026 at 4:37 AM We were not rich, but we were clothed and fed…that is the way I felt, too, as a kid. Life was simple, even in much of the decor, but I didn’t know any different. Richness came from family and being loved, those special times of celebration. Friends played with in the neighborhood. We know, sister! Big hugs!

Daniel Henry Rodgers September 18, 2026 at 4:36 AM Dear Andrea, such a wonderfully comforting, graceful warmth in how you honor the sanctuary of a secure childhood. Choosing the classic sonnet form creates a tight, protective container that beautifully mirrors the safety of the home you describe. Tender and heartfelt work, Andrea. Blessings, Daniel

Alison A Smith nee Howarth September 18, 2026 at 1:33 AM A warm, heartfelt Shakespearean sonnet that honours the steady love and security of family life. The clear rhyme scheme and closing couplet give the reflection a satisfying sense of gratitude, while images of siblings, parental care, and modest provision make “haven” feel both personal and universal.❤️

Nette Onclaud September 17, 2026 at 10:46 PM home is definitely a safe paradise for anyone growing up, andie...i feel the warmth!