As I curl up on my parents couch <br />And gaze around the room <br />I take in all the memories there <br />That have come and gone too soon <br />My mind wanders off with each item I see <br />Remembering my childhood past <br />The photo's of me as a little girl <br />Have come and gone so fast <br />The old fashioned cabnet with led light glass <br />Hold many a precious thing <br />The memories in the one locked door <br />To me a tear it brings <br />The clutter of books the photo's the doll's <br />All have a story to tell <br />I wouldn't change one single thing <br />Because this is where love dwells <br />The comfort of home is what I feel <br />Every time I walk through the door <br />It is not about having the flashest of things <br />For without Love a home is poor <br />As I snuggle down under my blanket <br />I realise why home is the best <br />I am not concerned with what you have <br />At Home I find <br />Love, Comfort and Rest.<br /><br />Angels Ink<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/comfort-s-of-home/
