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
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Poetry has lived in me since childhood.
Ink spills the feelings words fear to say.
My poems heal, some haunt, all are pieces of me.
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