Home, sweet home........
There is no place like home in this world
Home sweet home where I always live so happily
A light from the sky seems to bless us there
and God's love is spread all over there
How happy when you sit with loved ones
and to see their faces full of love smile
How nice to sit near our parents and great parents
and listen to their old stories that bring us lessons too
Our garden full of greenery and the flowers are bloomed to give us pleasure
All those birds on the trees singing gaily to give us a peace of mind
Our pets run freely in and out of the house
and keep us busy to watch their naughtiness
When I over look, the mountains in their great splendor
that blows with cool breeze to give us healthy life
Our neighbors are dear and so helpful without fear
An exile from home, bring nothing but sadness
Because home is sweet home.
Ravi Sathasivam / Sri Lanka
Copyright @2007 Ravi Sathasivam
Beautiful sweet face
With eyes that reflect easily
What the skies have to offer
Sometimes clear, sometimes stormy.
Her heart wounded by a break
The desolation in her family
Striking at the one who most matters
And I must be strong with empathy.
I can still feel her little frame
Sleeping in my arms so peacefully
Her soft breath on my breast, I remember
When I fed her, my little girl so pretty.
Beautiful sweet face
Storm filled eyes looking at me
Searching mine for the answer
To gain the calm she needs desperately.
By CarolineCécile
Copyright © 03.21.11
Down in Alabam where big sweet taters grow
lives great aunt Cyndi diggin dirt with a hoe.
Up in the morn bout the crack o’ dawn
see for miles where she’s dug up the lawn.
Hard as nails with hair sweet- tater- red
she could set a table, make you feel fed.
Wave you down and ask you to stop by
have a piece o’ her sweet tater pie.
Smash sweet taters and hickory smoked pork
a chilled bottle o’ wine with a stuck cork.
Cornbread in the oven ready to take out
Slap your mama silly, lip smackin no doubt.
Dawg’s patiently waitin on the back stoop
for the cornbread mush and sweet tater soup.
With tongue a hangin and tail a waggin
shortly his tummy will be a draggin.
Sweet tater pie with whipped cream on top
you’ll eat so much you’ll think you’ll pop.
Sweet tater pie my sweet love from the south
more o’ sweet tater pie, well shut my mouth.
Copyright © 2010 By Caryl S. Muzzey
Nicolas
There you were this bundle of joy,
A grandmothers wish let nothing destroy,
Blanket of heaven i held in my arms,
Softly embracing your sweet loving charms,
My sweet little man with big blue eyes,
Your smile melts me, engulfs my heart,
I kept on fighting to the very end,
My silent cry's not heard by them,
Please don't take my baby boy,
My pride and joy he's not a toy,
My heart shattered like it was glass,
Never to mend till your back in my grasp,
Back in my arms were you belong,
Engulfed in love and warmth once more.
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