Going home could be miles away
Taking hours of much needed time
in this briskly modern world...
But for me it just takes a thought
to roam through everyroom of happy
where Mummys kisses and daddys hugs
Wait with open arms.
I hear, I feel,
and smell that residual love
that was the motar between each brick
upon which a foundation of respect was built.
I see the old fireplace
and that blazing fire
sending out a warmth
that still touches my heart...
and on the mantel
our old clock told no time
and the flowers were still fresh
with the fragrant scent of memories.
Home is surely where
the heart is...
as long as I have a heart
then i'll always go home.
Adding your comment:
I know what you mean about home being where the heart is. It's a place I wish I were tonight, right where my heart is. 
Wishing you all the best!! 
Loves ya, xx Cyn xx 
