My home is my secret place
Where life unfolds anew
I generate my special plans
Within my heart holds true
My home is filled with laughter,
But sometimes the sorrows arise
So I hold on to all the joy within
To counter a painful demise
I think of all the wonderful things
In my dwelling that are great
And sometimes have to pinch myself
For my home I do appreciate.
Many times I awake in bed
With the covers pulled so tight
I’m nestled in my happy place
And oh Gosh, I’m feeling alright
My home has its many chapters
That I fulfill with each passing day
My home is filled with passion
So my home is where I’ll stay!!!
Sherrie Brown
What I like about my home
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