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Home My memories of you are like a favorite song. I think of you often and smile with thoughts of comfort. You were a safe haven from the harsh outside world. That old storm door was the gateway to safety. Your creaking floors were like music to my ears. That old window fan never let us down on hot humid nights. A family was held together within your tattered walls, even at the worst of times. So many years have gone by. My memories are as clear as a crisp Spring day.

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Anuradha Sowmyanarayanan

Date: 6/9/2017 1:23:00 AM

Home is always a special place. Nice description.

Daniel Turner

Date: 10/29/2016 11:25:00 AM

I think you write wonderfully. I'm sure once people read, they will continue to read as I do. Never quit, write for yourself. You just never know what it might lead to:):)

Nikki Reynolds
Date: 10/29/2016 11:43:00 AM

Thank you so much.

Daniel Turner

Date: 10/29/2016 5:47:00 AM

This is a wonderful poem, Nikki. I share many of those same memories:)

Nikki Reynolds
Date: 10/29/2016 10:56:00 AM

Sometimes wish I could go back and walk through there. Thank you for the encouragement on my writing. It really means a lot to me to get it all out there for people to read.