My Dream of home

  • My dream of home.

    Where is home? Well, I do not know…
    Sometimes I dream of one though,
    I imagine it to be so warm,
    A place love and peace.

    On the inside I see it bright,
    Full of colors that hug me tight,
    Rooms so snug they make me smile,
    So beautiful they will be awe inspiring.

    Around my home it shall be safe,
    So memories can be put away,
    Full of things so gentle and soft…
    I will dream like in the days I lost

    As for gardens? Lush and green,
    So welcoming, and it will be so clean,
    My door will be large and laced in gold,
    All my friends will be welcomed old,

    It need not be grand
    As I have dreamed
    For no matter its looks
    It will be special to me

    So where is my home?
    I do not know…
    But when I find it I will know,
    I hope one day I find one though…


    August 8th, 2009 | Matty Angel | No Comments |

About The Author

Matty is a 37 year old girl who is an Autistic Poet, Writer and Artist and lives alone in Christchurch New Zealand with a kitty! Matty has given many talks on autism and about being unique in a world that's often not accepting, Matty has also engaged with artist and worked on Art projects Matty usually works on an Art project at the same time as a writing one! This means posts can be a bit delayed!

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