Am I to sit here, <br />Upon this chair of yours? <br />Behind mountains <br />Of framed pictures <br />From your distant youth. <br />This is not mine, <br />None of it has my name. <br />Your kindness is bulging, <br />Behind your cracked smile. <br />But please try to remember, <br />Your home could never <br />Be my own.<br /><br />Stefanie Fontker<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/home-268/
