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Although I had lost

that perfect home

I could still imagine

that ideal home

The Home Poem

There surely is no place like home
Where you can take a hot bath in bubbles and foam

To walk in and say, “Hi honey I’m home”
And kiss your sweetheart and sing the sweet Shalom

You may travel the seas and climb the high peaks

Watch golden sunsets and stars leave their streaks

Your car may have stalled on a cold winter night

Too far to walk home and no moon for a light

And there you sit in the deep winter freeze

Listening to branches crack in the breeze

Wherever you are your thoughts are never too far
From a crackling fire and a sweet chocolate bar
From the couch by the window with your cashmere shawl

Where you read a book on a rainy day in fall

Yes the world is full of adventures and delight
Yet a home always awaits as dawn follows night
A piano in your living room longing for your hands

To sing sweet melodies across distant lands

When your feet are worn out and muscles do ache

Think of that pie that is ready to bake
Oh how much time we spend at home
So much of our life lives in that poem

Where dreams can be dreamt
And our last penny spent
Where we can wake up on that Sunday morn

Feeling the warm sun being reborn

Where the smell of coffee and muffins baking

Dissolves our turmoil and all else that is aching

Where we can laugh and play
And shout, “What a beautiful day!”

Where our kids can build that secret fort

And hide, pretend yet they always resort

To return to only that place
Where they feel your warm embrace

When dinners ready and you make your call

They drop all their games and run down the hall

Food for the soul you serve in that bowl
And smile as you see their heavenly glee

There surely is no place like home
Where you can take a hot bath in bubbles and foam.

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