A HAPPY HOME
The home that we build, before the altar blessed,
will not remain there, just a tale of the past.
But tended with care in all its grand design,
like a work of art, to be preserved in endless prime.
The home, like a sanctuary wondrous and grand,
is not just a structure, but a loving land.
A nest where warmth and tender love entwine,
where every touch and glance in joy combine.
Like melodies that through the silence weave,
the rhymes arise, the soul begins to breathe.
The walls, they whisper tales of countless years,
Adorned with laughter, memories, hopes, and tears..
The fireplace flames in golden leaps arise,
to gild our faces, kindle thoughts and eyes.
The shadows they sway in a rhythmical trace,
in this place where each moment becomes grace.
The dishes are simmering on embers so warm,
perfuming the room with a delectable charm.
The smiles are traded, glances brightly beam,
in this pure home where love is shared, supreme.
May every stone, each object tell its story,
of past and pride, of ancient songs of glory.
May each corner resound with both joy and caress,
In this home where love and gentleness confess.
Let home become the harbor in the storm,
A refuge safe, serene, and soft and warm.
May the rhymes interlace for a poem complete,
Where poetry and literature in secret do meet.
RASAMINDRAKOTROKA Andry Tiana
April 27, 2025
Date de dernière mise à jour : Dim 27 avr 2025
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