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Poem By: Anna Therese
Poetry

Tags: poetry, home, love, parents, memories

Of all the poems I have ever written and will ever write this is one of my very favuorites. It is not deep, dark, complicated, clever. It is a love poem, pure and simply... View table of contents...

Submitted: Feb 16, 2008 Reads: 102 Comments: 9 Likes: 7

No confining walls of pasty pastel

no speck free carpet I fear to tread on

no sterile garden with neatened edges

no willow patterns; no pretences

Front door open, welcome mat.

Food on the table, conversation

not inhibited nor judgemental

closets of concern

air freshened with acceptance

These are the things that bring me back.

(Sweetest memories always of the best ever parents in the world)

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Comments:

Jbortti

Very nice ! Brought me a pleasant sensation, very good!

Posted: Feb 16, 2008

Author Comment:

It makes me realise how lucky I was to have a well adjusted childhood. I am glad you like it, I think it is good to have some warm cheerful poetry that makes another smile.

Irwin
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Sounds like home to me. Nice easy read - warming.

Posted: Feb 17, 2008

Author Comment:

Irwin my wish is that everyone could look back to a home like mine was. Thank you for your comment.

gerabel

What a lucky girl you were!! A lovely write and I can see why it is your favorite. I am happy that you didn't complicate the piece with deep and unclear phrasing. a warm and glowing tribute.....Jerry

Posted: Feb 17, 2008

Author Comment:

Jerry thank you.
The wonderful legacy from my parents is that I can find beauty in humble, simple things. (and be brave enough to not to complicate the writing about them just because)

air

(smile) it sounds most wonderful Anna Therese*
and it has that inviting warmth*

Posted: Feb 17, 2008

Author Comment:

Thanks so much, it is a warm and fuzzy one - "Going Home" for me now my parents have passed on is only a thought away.

mum55

Very Beautifull poem.....so much warmth.....Til Later Juliet

Posted: Feb 17, 2008

Author Comment:

Thank you Juliet. I am lucky aren't I to have had a childhood that evokes so much warmth.

Pratibha

brought tears in my eyes....
Miss my mom and dad who r so far away in India....
I miss them Anna....
I liked it....

Posted: Apr 14, 2008

Author Comment:

I can imagine how this one captured you, home as it was when I was younger is only a thought away (every day)

Pratibha

you r right ANNA, home should never be far from a though away and look at the technology now....we can even see them like u said the other day....

this is one of my favourites

Posted: May 25, 2008