Favourite chair by the fire, <br />daily paper in your hand. <br />Children’s voices from the hall. <br />Cat curled up on your lap. <br />Wife in the kitchen cooking tea. <br />Home, the place you always want to be. <br /> <br />Eye lids are heavy, <br />after a long days work. <br />Relaxation is only a substitute for sleep. <br />The wistful words of your wife, <br />penetrate your drowsy mind. <br />Home is where the heart is, <br />a place of peace of mind.<br /><br />David Harris<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/home-68/
