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A teen in college going to a boarding school, seeing the true value of home, and missing it.


© Tonia
Each morning I awake,
And always I am glad,
so gladness I ought not fake,
for there's no reason to be sad,
as far as I'm at home.

Each term when I return,
my joy I can't contain,
all my worries I burn,
and easy is peace to obtain,
the reason is I'm at home.

When I recall the trouble,
and my most stupid mistake,
I hardly ever fumble,
and my shame doesn't wake,
just because I'm at home.

if elsewhere I will fear,
but here I feel secure,
here illness is so rare,
and I know here lies my cure,
for here is none other but home.


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Published: Feb 2009

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