A castle, a mansion, a palace
you can call it,
The fridge was enourmous
that it could feed a whole banquet,
And still I gazed in the sky
it felt nothing like home.
As my friends would say
Home sweet Home,
why wasnt it sweet,
I could smell the cooking
but still No relief it wasn't home.
A room for myself that I could
call my very own,
A garage that could become
its own master bed room,
But the feeling wasnt the
same it still wasnt home.
Gowns, Petty coats, shoes
that any Lady would Love,
I had rings, necklaces to wear
to ALL occasions,
And I call myself a princess
Why couldn't I call this my Castle,
The echoes you could hear
from the bottom of the street,
I hope to live in the house
I can FINALLY call it my HOME.
Comments
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Great imagery in this piece. I felt as if I was walking through it in live color. I really enjoyed this. Good job
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welcome to all poetry
Hi Princess Kina
Home is where your heart is
it would be hard to live somewhere if your heart wasn't in it Good poem Please keep writing, reading and commenting
Barbara
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