Home

Some have houses, and few have homes But even fewer have happy warm homes. Many secretly yearn deeply for just a taste of home, little do they know , they are not alone. I do not know what it is , whether it is the welcoming smell of freshly baked goods Or is it the white picket fence Something about it so dreamy that I, too hunger for it . But will I ever get it ? Let me be on the waiting list. I plea.