Home Sweet Home
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How can I ever forget my childhood home of memories,
On a quiet tree-lined street, so peaceful and tranquil;
Mother had a huge tangled, wild garden that I loved,
Even now, still it grows, although the owner tames it.
Sadly, mother had to sell that house and leave it all,
With tears we walked away, we turned our backs;
Everything was fine, we had a nice condo in the sky,
Endless beautiful sweeping vistas from all windows,
Then, mother got sick, real sick, and then she died.
Home for me now, is a wonderful Victorian apartment,
Oh, the floors are crooked, there are drafts, and groans;
My heart loved it in a moment, it just felt like home,
Everything about it is old and comfortable and so sweet.
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January 28, 2016
Poetry/Acrositc/Home Sweet Home
Copyright Protected, ID 16-749-862-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
For the contest, Home Sweet Home Acrostic
Sponsor, John Hamilton
Sixth Place
Copyright © Constance La France | Year Posted 2016
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