its great to be back
after many places we did roam.
no greater truth has been said,
than..theres no place like home
sacred sanctuary and my familiar bed,
soft blanketsand comfy pillows that
that mould so knowingly,
to the shape of your head.
food cooked just like I want
rooms set up to my taste,
cupboards for me to rummage in
and stack up neatly, what I purchased.
plants to say hello to,
flowers to greet me smilingly
not to forget my darling doggy
who licks me welcomes me so beguingly
ah the pleasure and comfort of my home
can not be compared to any other
the feeling when you enter your home
is like a child being embraced by its mother.
holidays are fun and are required
they serve to remind you well.
after you have had fun and travelled,
its great to be back where you dwell
though it takes a lot of love and labour
to make a home that that you can be proud
theres no place like home
I will say it again
I will say it hearfelt and loud.
Arti Chopra
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/no-place-like-home/
