My Home (poem) by Dean Fraser-Phillips on AuthorsDen

My Home
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Poem about missing your childhood home.
Return to where you came from Where memories were born A place etched into your heart Secrets they were sworn The child becomes the adult But still you want to play Removed from the city life In every single way Home is where the heart is! At least that’s what I read Maybe it’s just comforting When your mother makes the bed Nothing ever changes Yet that’s what makes it home Same old landscape, same old face Wherever you will roam You need no need to visit Always an open door Home is always part of you For now and evermore - See more at: http://www.deanthebard.com/blog/home-new-poem/#sthash.WqaSNUPQ.dpuf Return to where you came from Where memories were born A place etched into your heart Secrets they were sworn The child becomes the adult But still you want to play Removed from the city life In every single way Home is where the heart is! At least that’s what I read Maybe it’s just comforting When your mother makes the bed Nothing ever changes Yet that’s what makes it home Same old landscape, same old face Wherever you will roam You need no need to visit Always an open door Home is always part of you For now and evermore - See more at: http://www.deanthebard.com/blog/home-new-poem/#sthash.WqaSNUPQ.dpuf Return to where you came from Where memories were born A place etched into your heart Secrets they were sworn The child becomes the adult But still you want to play Removed from the city life In every single way Home is where the heart is! At least that’s what I read Maybe it’s just comforting When your mother makes the bed Nothing ever changes Yet that’s what makes it home Same old landscape, same old face Wherever you will roam You need no need to visit Always an open door Home is always part of you For now and evermore - See more at: http://www.deanthebard.com/blog/home-new-poem/#sthash.WqaSNUPQ.dpuf Return to where you came from Where memories were born A place etched into your heart Secrets they were sworn The child becomes the adult But still you want to play Removed from the city life In every single way Home is where the heart is! At least that’s what I read Maybe it’s just comforting When your mother makes the bed Nothing ever changes Yet that’s what makes it home Same old landscape, same old face Wherever you will roam You need no need to visit Always an open door Home is always part of you For now and evermore