Cameron Guernsey Poet I do not know?

Home?

Old grave stone
You’re the only one
The friend, the way
No better place to lay
You’re where I rest my head
Where I forget 
You’re my thinking stone
When I’m dead alone
You won’t judge
When push comes to shove
Six feet from above
Face full of mud
You except who I am
But you don’t understand
Nothing seems
To be
Quite as real to me 
As your hugging arms
But that will wait
The hour grows late
I've not yet made
The bed which I’ll lay
Till the end of days
Yours always

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Craig Schaber August 8, 2011 at 5:20 PM i liked it but i don't think HOME? is the best tittle for this poem home above or home below wood be a better tittle. but other then that it was very good