Home Sweet Home
Houses aren't homes unless they are full
of love in tremendous amount.
Mothers are usually the heart of the home
expressing their love extravagantly.
Such homes are not easily forgotten,
when the time comes to make your own home.
Each child takes his or her happy memories
easily along wherever the trail leads.
Traveling is easy with love and happiness.
How lucky I, that my childhood home
of love and contentment had plenty.
My mother and father had no trouble at all
expressing love to my siblings and me.
Written: February 1, 2016
Copyright © Joyce Johnson | Year Posted 2016
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