It’s said you can’t go home again
How true that is for me
Cause home wasn’t a place
Home wasn’t a building
Home was You.
I resided in your heart
Your soul my blanket
When I close my eyes
I imagine my head
Still pillowed on your chest
I can still feel you……
In my dreams I can always go home…..
©lindafedroff_december2016
Your dreams will always take you home poppet, and they can be so wonderful, keep them treasure them. How are you, don’t like to disturb you, but know that you are in my thoughts, always. With love to you Linda, I shall be thinking especially about you this week and next. Our love to you. XXXX
You’re like a mollusc Linda – you carry your home around with you.
I know this is hollow right now, but I hope you find solace and comfort in your family during the Holidays. Hope you’re doing well. 😊
❤ ❤ & (((hugs)))
What a beautiful poem 🙂
Just can’t get over that bald look! I’m such a beard and mustache kind a gal. LOL
Happy Holidays.
God bless 😇😇😇
Sad and beautiful. Thank you for sharing.
Thank you Jonathan 😊
Really awesome. Touching
Thank you 😊