The First Home
The love and safety we felt where did it go
The First Home
A place of warmth, where roots take hold,
Sheltered in walls, memories unfold.
The echo of laughter, the scent of care,
A haven of love, where hearts lay bare.
The creak of the floor, the hum of the air,
Each corner a story, a moment to share.
Windows that framed both storms and sun,
Marking the days when dreams begun.
The first safe haven, the grounding start,
A space etched deep within the heart.
No matter how far our feet may roam,
We carry the soul of the first true home
About the Creator
Marie381Uk
I've been writing poetry since the age of fourteen. With pen in hand, I wander through realms unseen. The pen holds power; ink reveals hidden thoughts. A poet may speak truth or weave a tale. You decide. Let pen and ink capture your mind❤️
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Comments (2)
Warming
The dream of a new family occurs through this poem. Good work.