Our House Poem by Pamela lutwyche
Our House
Our house, is our castle
It may not be big at all
It's a place where memories are made
Where love rules and sometimes
Not everyone behaves
It's a place where, we want to be
It'swarm and inviting
And laughter can be the key
Maybe shouts and a slamming of a door
Can sometimes be heard, maybe more
But, it's our spirit, our emotions our soul,
that makes our house our home
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7/23/2025 7:35:15 AM # 1.0.0
I do agree! Our home is a place where we can be ourselves, where we needn't wear a mask! It is not always a happy dwelling, there can be tears, brawls and disorder. Still it is a place to which we comfortably belong and it is where our souls dwell. A lovely write!