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April 7, 2014

Written by Ina

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I feel at home
in a smile and a whisper,
who cares about furniture
or interior design,
this could be anywhere
but it is being near you.
You are my home,
I shall be a good tenant,
paying rent gladly
when ever it’s due.

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  1. Cynthia Jobin said:
    April 7, 2014 at 17:04

    Nothing better than to find this kind of home in this world…..Beautifully captured, Ina

  2. Paul F. Lenzi said:
    April 7, 2014 at 17:10

    love the whole idea of this

  3. bardessdmdenton said:
    April 7, 2014 at 18:51

    ‘who cares about furniture
    or interior design,
    this could be anywhere
    but it is being near you.’

    So simply true, Ina! Lovely poem. XO ♥

  4. Angela said:
    April 7, 2014 at 19:18

    I completely agree with the sentiments in this poem, Ina. Your first two lines are wonderful. Lovely poem!

  5. Starralee said:
    April 8, 2014 at 01:14

    I agree, home is more often a person than a physical place to live. Very lovely poem, Ina.

  6. Peter Wells aka Countingducks said:
    April 8, 2014 at 11:01

    Lovely image of a beautiful feeling

  7. clinock said:
    April 9, 2014 at 10:51

    I too would pay that rent gladly…you are blessed…

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