Heather Bateman Poet I do not know?

Home Is What You Make It

My home is not only what I make it 
My home is the people who surround me 
My home is a place where I sleep at night, and I shouldn't be ashamed to cry 
Yet every time I think of home I think of being with you 
Being with what seems a happy little family who knows right from wrong 
All theses things that we used to not have are improving and I want to thank you

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Jessica Bateman December 4, 2011 at 12:12 AM you should have put a line in the stanza that said, '' And not be ashamed to dance to I'm. Sexy and I Know It, infront of a window.''

Carol Sunshine Brown July 18, 2011 at 4:46 AM What a blessing we have in PoetrySoup. A place to come to write and read and make new friends along the ink trail. I am wishing you a day full of inspiration. I enjoyed reading your poetry today and hope to read many more written by you in the future Heather. Love, Carol