He Was My Home

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…..


12 thoughts on “He Was My Home

  1. 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

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