My home is the place that I own
it is the sweetest, bestest throne
each corner gives my soul rest
How I worship this sacred nest.
My loved ones, all here reside
hubby is the one who presides
on the dining table all are one
smile ,joke every thing done
Children out for higher studies
none is here to tell us stories
Work beckons son,all day long
dil,too engrossed all along.
Hubby and me two old souls
dwell in past memories whole.
Once, joyous nest full of mirth
one by one twigs spread apart.
Waiting for Xmas full of peace
the kids will walk back with ease.
Home will then be a place for fun
silence and quietude will shun.
Sisters will smile with parents meet
grand parents relax in peace retreat.
Xmas, new year parties full of gaiety
all day round we'll find only hilarity.
Ah, law of nature, kids leave the nest
in search of new horizons, for the best.
Memories of jovial days, wet the eyes
knowing well, they are sane and wise.
Will be back home, full of joy one day,
never to go back and forever to stay.
A man has to go and come happily
to his own little nest,his home,lovingly..
written for write ttribe blogger week 16 to 22nd Nov
it is the sweetest, bestest throne
each corner gives my soul rest
How I worship this sacred nest.
My loved ones, all here reside
hubby is the one who presides
on the dining table all are one
smile ,joke every thing done
Children out for higher studies
none is here to tell us stories
Work beckons son,all day long
dil,too engrossed all along.
Hubby and me two old souls
dwell in past memories whole.
Once, joyous nest full of mirth
one by one twigs spread apart.
Waiting for Xmas full of peace
the kids will walk back with ease.
Home will then be a place for fun
silence and quietude will shun.
Sisters will smile with parents meet
grand parents relax in peace retreat.
Xmas, new year parties full of gaiety
all day round we'll find only hilarity.
Ah, law of nature, kids leave the nest
in search of new horizons, for the best.
Memories of jovial days, wet the eyes
knowing well, they are sane and wise.
Will be back home, full of joy one day,
never to go back and forever to stay.
A man has to go and come happily
to his own little nest,his home,lovingly..
written for write ttribe blogger week 16 to 22nd Nov
Simply beautiful . I guess only mothers can pen such.
ReplyDeleteThanks Anil. I am overwhelmed.
DeleteThis was one of your most beautiful posts. I am going to read it again. Thank you
ReplyDeleteAww! That's such a heartwarming and a beautiful expression, Ma'am! ♥
ReplyDeleteA home is the best place in the world!!
DeleteVery nice lines
ReplyDeleteThanks a lot Onkar.
Deletecoincidentally I too wrote about home on similar lines. Just that I am on the other side of missing home. You expressed it so beautifully.
ReplyDeleteYes Rajlakshmi, I read yours.
DeleteSuch a lovely poem can be written only by a lovely person like you.
ReplyDeleteThank you Rama.
DeleteA different style from you Usha that I am familiar with; however, it is a lovely poem though reminiscent of nostalgic times. Such is the life of a mother! <3
ReplyDeleteThank you Elly.
DeleteThis is lovely and perfectly captures all the changes we endure as time passes and kids grow up and move out onto their own.
ReplyDeleteThank you Kathy.
DeleteI think this shows the mother in you in full form...
ReplyDeleteBeautiful!
Random Thoughts Naba..I've Got Something Important to Say...
Thanks Naba.
DeleteBeautiful lines full of love and care.
ReplyDeleteThank you Sarala.
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