“A House is not always Home . . .”

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    “A House is not always Home . . .”

    They say a house is not always a home,
    for that word means more than just wood, brick or stone.
    It means a place where you’re loved and cherished,
    a place where one sits, to relive moments of high merit.
    For life is often cruel, but family stands strong,
    helping each other, as hardships come along.
    The unity of family is a beautiful thing to feel,
    for it is not just seeing, it resides in you, with appeal.
    Others may see it and completely envy it as well,
    not a strange thing, since others, can’t tell . . .
    That this is something that can’t just be physically made,
    it has to grow, together with age, day by day by day.
    You see, a house is not always a home, not because of building appearance,
    but because of indestructible structure, that love, mixes with perseverance.

    As you stick with each other through and through,
    any and all situations do not present a problem.
    For as family sticking together and loving each other,
    you find ways to somehow resolve them.
    Giving each other kindness, respect and loyalty,
    something not often seen these days.
    This becomes the main ingredient with all this,
    since the unity feeds off this wonderful array.
    The pride carried along in each other,
    spanning the greatest divide.
    This is what makes all the difference in the world,
    believing in each other, regardless of why.
    For the love felt is so comforting and nurturing,
    there is no need for further analysis.
    Uniting in all that is done, whether together or far apart,
    giving strength to the power of family cherishing catalysts.

    A House is not always a Home, so now I thank you,
    from the very center of my heart.
    For within all that I have written about here,
    I feel to be receiving this needed second start.
    The love, the kindness, the unification, the appreciation,
    haven’t always had that, for quite a spell.
    Something we all need at key moments in our lives,
    to help us re-appreciate, what we inadvertently dispel.
    So I offer you my eternal gratitude, heartfelt hugs and kisses,
    now full of sweet utterances, leading to a single loving smile . . .
    One that shows that I’m being brought home, not just to any house,
    amongst ALL my loving family, united, as should have been, for a while.


    I love you, my beautiful, caring and understanding family.

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    Poetry is finer and more philosophical than history; for poetry expresses the universal, and history only the particular.

    Aristotle (384 BC-322 BC) Greek philosopher.

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