I'm showing off my new blog button - it's an inchie, made especially for me by Jennifer of The Rusty Tiara.
I saw her post House Inchie, and shamlessly begged for one just like it! So now it's my new Home link. Mine, all mine (NOT copyright-free, and not for sharing)!
And to go with it, here are some other houses and some poems I found on the web which cover most situations we find ourselves in during our lives:
Copyright-free image, source unknown - sorry
A House Is Not A Home
Burt Bacharach
A chair is still a chair
Even when theres no one sitting there
But a chair is not a house
And a house is not a home
When theres no one there to hold you tight,
And no one there you can kiss good night.
A room is still a room
Even when theres nothing there but gloom;
But a room is not a house,
And a house is not a home
When the two of us are far apart
And one of us has a broken heart.
Now and then I call your name
And suddenly your face appears
But its just a crazy game
When it ends it ends in tears.
Darling, have a heart,
Dont let one mistake keep us apart.
Im not meant to live alone.
Turn this house into a home.
When I climb the stair and turn the key,
Oh, please be there still in love with me.
Copyright-free image from Art-e-zine
A Baby In The House
Ella Wheeler Wilcox
I knew that a baby was hid in that house,
Though I saw no cradle and heard no cry;
But the husband was tip-toeing 'round like a mouse,
And the good wife was humming a soft lullaby;
And there was a look on the face of the mother,
That I knew could mean only one thing, and no other.
The mother, I said to myself, for I knew
That the woman before me was certainly that;
And there lay in a corner a tiny cloth shoe,
And I saw on a stand such a wee little hat;
And the beard of the husband said, plain as could be,
'Two fat chubby hands have been tugging at me.'
And he took from his pocket a gay picture-book,
And a dog that could bark, if you pulled on a string;
And the wife laid them up with such a pleased look;
And I said to myself, 'There is no other thing
But a babe that could bring about all this, and so
That one thing is in hiding somewhere, I know.'
I stayed but a moment, and saw nothing more,
And heard not a sound, yet I know I was right;
What else could the shoe mean that lay on the floor,
The book and the toy, and the faces so bright;
And what made the husband as still as a mouse?
I am sure, very sure, there's a babe in that house.
Copyright-free image from Art-e-zine
The Fun House
Mark Lewis Berryann, 2009
I finally took some time just for good ole me,
Sitting back to relax in search of true harmony,
An endeavor when life has been taking its toll,
A moment to be sitting with no paper on the roll.
I have so much to win and even more to lose,
I may drain a few bottles when forced to choose,
I have learned to minimize the pain from my loss,
Like a missing pizza cutter left in last weeks box.
I’ve a cat to remind me of my importance here,
He licks my face and makes my troubles disappear,
Large sums of cat nip and he flops in one place,
Waking with a hangover he bites me on the face.
I have two sons who remain smarter than me,
At least that’s what they torture me to believe,
With rooms that appear to have been robbed,
Do video games inadvertently lead to a good job?
I would say a few funny things about my wife,
But, she's who helped to put the humor back in life,
All joking aside I consider my wife far above,
Still there's nothing more fun than being hopelessly in love.
Copyright-free image, Creative Commons
As they say, East or West, HOME is best!
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