PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

Linger, Perhaps Tarry or Just

Rest awhile.

I called it, home ......

For, it was where, my heart lay.

And although oft thrown to the four winds.

Like a homing pigeon.

It's where I always returned to.

Bricks and mortar, all.... 

Now, knocked down, and the people. 

I loved,...have ..all gone away.

But my heart remains, within... the memories!

And until, I get some new ones.

I guess.....

Home is where my hearts is, and...

I'm, here 

To

....... stay.

Giajl © Jim Love