i miss home; <br />all the sweet smells: <br />mom's home- made apple pie, <br />the burning and the flames from the fire, <br />the cool crisp air of winter. <br /> <br />its not the same in florida, <br />when you are used to new england. <br />there is no cold days, <br />at least none like home. <br /> <br />but all i have to say is, <br />please don't fret, <br />im be home before you know it. <br />just fourteen more days, <br />and i will be home for the holidays! !<br /><br />Baby Blue<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-m-coming-home-2/
