Home again and yet I find
No comfort in this stone abode.
Its cold brick work holds not my soul,
Nor heart, nor mind.
The roaring fire warms my body.
Cold still inside.
Wandering, my soul elsewhere,
It searches for a warming home.
Not yet, not now, my home will be
Found when love envelopes me.
InstinctiveMum
Powerful, hope you find love and warmth soon x
Mrs TeePot
Thank you 🙂
Emily Tealady
I used to feel this way and I can feel the emotion within your poem. Well written x
Mrs TeePot
Thank you, I’m glad it came across
Jaime Oliver
love this honey xx
Mrs TeePot
Thanks 🙂
Guest
You are always loved by someone lovely lady xx
Mrs TeePot
Thank you 🙂
Charlie Hughes
Someone somewhere always love you xx
Mrs TeePot
Thank you so much
Helen Braid
You really do write beautifully. You’ll come home (to the right place) one day soon I hope xx
Mrs TeePot
Awww thank you 🙂
Victoria Welton
I tried to comment on Thursday in the car to Somerset but reception was awful!! This is a really great poem and the saying Home is where the heart is is so very true. Well written lovely lady xx
Mrs TeePot
Thanks so much huni
Sarah
That’s so, so beautiful – and yet I feel your pain too and hope one day you feel warm through and through x
Mrs TeePot
Thanks, I hope so too
Firefly Phil
Your lovely poem reminded me of the lyrics by Kris Kristofferson entitled ‘When I Loved Her.’
On going home – Mrs TeePot
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