In a comfortable abode area I belong,
A anchorage area I feel so strong.
It's not aloof walls and a roof above,
It's area I acquisition abundance and love.
Home is added than artery and beams,
It's area I dream my sweetest dreams.
A ambush from the apple outside,
A abode area my affection can confide.
A kitchen abounding with appetizing treats,
Where amusement and joy consistently meets.
Family and accompany accumulate near,
Sharing belief that we authority dear.
In every room, memories reside,
From the blissful to the tears we've cried.
Pictures on the bank acquaint our tale,
Of adventures and dreams set sail.
The acrid floors and accustomed door,
Echoes of the past, forevermore.
A abode of solace, a sanctuary,
A anchorage that's consistently there for me.
Home is area my affection finds peace,
Where every anguish and accent decrease.
No amount area I may roam,
Home is area my affection calls home.
About the Creator
Sasi Kala
I'm Sasikala, a poet crafting emotions into beautiful words, painting tales of natrue, love, strength, and the human adventure with each poem.
Tea set by a suffragette
Pankhurst is a name well known to the history of women’s suffrage. Who hasn't heard the name Emmaline Pankhurst, founder of the Women's Social and Political Union (WSPU), an all-women organisation campaigning for the right to vote? The group that helped to achieve the right to vote for women in Great Britain and Ireland in 1918. Some know of her daughter Christabel, both being honoured by the Pankhurst memorial in Victoria Palace Gardens, London, right next to the UK Parliament buildings. Sylvia Pankhurst is notably not included in the monument. Why? Because she split with the WSPU to campaign against Britain's entry into First World War.
By Raymond G. Taylor2 days ago in Art
Comments (2)
This was so cosy and made me smile. Loved your poem!
Very relatable! Well written!