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All the love I'd ever need,
All the hope for every dream,
All the cunning for every scheme,
Was found in the house
where I was born.
All the memories from years ago,
All the knowledge that I now know,
All my dreams each day I'd sow,
And grow in the home
where I was born.
In that house you will find my Mum,
Who fed us well and filled our tums,
Who was there to greet us when the day was done,
And made a home of the house
where I was born.
About the Creator
Niall James Bradley
I am a teacher who lives in the north west of England. I write about many subjects, but mainly I write non-fiction about things that interest me, fiction about what comes into my head and poetry about how I feel.
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Comments (1)
Beautiful and sentimental.