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Home Sweet Home

This is a poem which was written for us by a client of our family support service at COPE Galway.

Home Sweet Home

Homeless they say,

A class of its own,

Not for me

Or so I was shown

 

Coats, hats and scarves

Each, one pair of shoes,

No room for more

Too much to move.

 

Three bags in all,

Two large, one small,

Holding inside them,

Not much, but full.

 

Each of us has,

What’s precious to us,

A book, a film, a plastic dog,

It’s place in the bag, it’s place in our heart.

 

I bring a pad, a pen to write,

She brings her music and a blanket for comfort,

He brings his games, his little toy cars,

And for us all, a candle to light.

 

I bring my love, wherever I go,

Where and when we don’t know,

Deep inside I stand strong,

For home is knowing where I belong.

 

Homeless we’re not,

That I know.

I AM Home,

Or so I was shown.

 

This is a poem which was written for us by a client of our family support service at COPE Galway.

January 2015

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