My Sweet Home
My Home Is Being With My Son
My son sleeps
I do want him to wake
So, in his bedroom, I creep
He is peaceful and calm
An angel disguised as a little boy
My home is where he is
Anywhere he may go, I will too
My dreams are for him
The life I want him to be able to live
This is what I dream about
My life has become him
And his for me
With this little boy in my arms
I finally know what home feels like
I finally know what home means
It is love wrapped up in a tiny baby-blue blanket
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Amanda J Mollett
First, and foremost I am a mom…always . I am a proud mom of a graduate & artist. I am a author/writer and a journalist. I have multiple certificates in journalism and various writing certificates such as novel writing and creative writing.
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