It's Home, My Friend
A single word can fill you
with a thousand feelings
and memories.
some warm, happy,
fuzzy feelings that you enjoy;
others... not so much.
Yelling, pain, insults;
Dysfunction, blame, guilt.
But "Family" is
not the same thing as Home
Sometimes Home is a person;
who makes you feel loved,
Share conversation worth remembering.
They make you feel wanted, cared for.
They give you this happy, fuzzy
Feelings and light thoughts
on your dark days.
And You, my friend;
You are HOME to me.
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
