Wednesday, December 16, 2009

Home

A sweet brick house and creamy yellow trim,
an arched wooden door,
a homey space within.
A place where no one judges,
no one tears you down,
there is only love, no stubborn, cold-hearted grudges.
No accusing stares,
no malicious whispers,
no deceptive glares.
Where each is a part of something,
everyone is equally loved,
and no one is nothing.
And even though may quarrel,
end up loving more,
and even though may argue,
are not thrown out the door.
And home is everything you know,
no matter how big or how small,
and no matter where you go.

1 comment:

  1. Anna! Your writing is amazing!! That is something that I want from you for Christmas!!! Write me something!!!!!!!!!
    Courtney :)

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