WITH LOVE TO SAMMY, 63 YEARS
Home, fortunate to be my pleasant place;
my hubby and I talk face to face.
Home, all my belongings there I stash;
got a lot of stuff, just not cash.
Home, cars can park on my one acre lawn;
afternoon naps when I yawn.
Home, food and drink and company too,
if you were near, we’d invite you.
Home, a place to have the family meet,
games and songs and plenty to eat.
Home, sixty-three years since we were wed,
tied the knot with unbreakable thread.
Introduction to Poetry, Lesson Eight subject “pleasure” Challenge to begin (or end) each line with the same word. https://wordpress.com/tag/introtopoetry