Fragments of Time

My birth PLACE ON THE DOUSINBERRY

A Time to Remember
Fragments of Time
By Ronnie Powell
Home
Home, it is a window where a lamp beckons you.
It is the hand of a love one, precious and true.
It is a haven at the end of a day.
It is a castle I’ve heard men say.
Home, it is a flower that grows about
It is the shade from a tree tall and stout.
It is a child playing on the lawn.
It is a whisper that awakens you at dawn.
Home, it is the noise children make.
It is the fragrance of oven fresh cake.
It is a book and an old easy chair.
It is a reason to love and to share.
Home, it is a blessing from the Almighty One
It is a promise beyond the sun.