Lace

January 9, 2014

Home is not a house,

you can hardly call it a place.

It's more like a collection of memories,

spun into an intricate lace.

So when you leave somewhere,

the warmth of familiar faces-

Just put on your shawl of memories,

and smile for your collection of laces.

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Kat4_14Jan 9, 2014

<p>Beautiful poem! Short, sweet, and to the point but very, very true! I love the metaphore. Do you have more poems?</p><p> </p>