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Home is not the kitchen where all your meals were prepped and made, 
It's where love and kindness was once shared and hate died in the shade. 
Home is not the bedroom where you once laid your weary head, 
It's where laughter filled your belly and curiosity challenged dread. 
Home is not the bathroom where you washed and combed your hair, 
It's that familiar loving hand that bathed you with care. 
Home is not the hallway that gripped your sandals and bare toes, 
It's a place to go for safety where love continually flows. 

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Emer Ni Chorra

Wed 18th May 2022 15:12

Thank you, Stephen.

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Stephen Gospage

Wed 18th May 2022 14:05

Beautiful. Great poem!

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Emer Ni Chorra

Wed 18th May 2022 07:35

Thank you Carol and Holden. Happy to hear that you both enjoyed reading this one. 📖😊

Holden Moncrieff

Wed 18th May 2022 02:53

A beautiful, heartwarming poem! 🌷

<Deleted User> (33618)

Wed 18th May 2022 02:33

Lovely!

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