Home
........There is something to be said ,
about the word ........home.
Like that mystery you just ,
can;t solve.
Miles away and something .
'm not quite sure pulls ,
at my heart strings.
Family and friends,
your favorite place ,
on that couch,
and a million other things.
Driving closer ,
a smile starts ,
at the corner of my mouth,
a grin ,of pure glee
of a deranged mad man.
A frightening picture ,
a person too long gone ,
can't you see.
It's here, all a person ,
could ever wish,
Home ,my haven,
my place,
Too long gone ,
have I been from this ,
embrace.
At last, home once more,
these thoughts,
the eyes of emerald green,
Please promise ,
never wake me,
if this is a mere dream .
Copyright © Jim Skinner | Year Posted 2008
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