Monday, May 31, 2004![]() Home, in a wayIn a way, I'll never go home again. It isn't possible, for my home is where my children live. The bed I share with my husband, the couch where my kitties sleep. Ahh, but the memory of the verdant, hilly landscape alive, with trees and water so cold. My 'home' now lives in a dark place where I never... Sign in to see full entry.posted by Schatz at 10:53 PM Comments (11) (link) |
About this BlogAll poetry, mostly my own original works. Also, maybe a few of the quotes or excerpts from the writing that inspired the poetry.Links |