HOME SWEET HOME BY ANN WOOD
It's best in one's father's house, where everything smells of a home and family.Tonight I'm going back to my hometown, and to my father's house.
We are filled with nostalgia and sadness, the house will be empty, there will be no one to meet me and hug me to welcome me.
But there's nothing better than coming home, even to an empty house.
Poetry by Ann Wood
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Written on 2026-09-03 at 14:15
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