. . . H O M E . . .

Home is not a place on earth,
Of wood or brick or stone;
For I've gone on to better things,
Now Heaven is my home.

Don't listen for my footsteps,
To fall across your floor;
Don't grieve for me forever,
Or wait to see me at your door.

Take comfort in my memory,
And you'll never be alone;
For I am so much richer,
Now that Heaven is my home.

Don't listen now to hear my voice,
Or look here for my face;
For I have a home of perfect peace,
And I'm now there in that place.

As long as you remember me,
You'll never be alone;
I will be here waiting for you,
Now Heaven is my home.

Allison Chambers Coxsey
1996 ~ All Rights Reserved



View My Guestbook
Sign My Guestbook

MORE POETRY
FROM ALLISON'S HEART


SITE MAP
OF ALLISON'S HEART




Artwork is royalty free photo from
Stock Stash.


Website Designs by Carol Lafleur