Home
Take me to my home.
Home is where my heart is.
Home is on that windy hill.
Home is a secret valley.
Home is a heavenly cloud.
Take me to my home.
I’m waiting here, alone.
I’m packed ready to go.
I’m departing this old place.
I’m leaving this world behind.
Take me to my home.
I know the beyond will be greener.
I know you’ll be there.
I know you’ve been waiting.
I know you’ll hold me again.
Hold me in my home.
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G'day, and welcome to my blog site. My name is Ivor Steven, I live in Geelong, Australia. I'm an ex-industrial chemist, and a retired plumber, and a former Carer of my wife(Carole), for 30 years, who suffered from severe MS. I Write poetry about those personal thoughts, throughout and beyond my life as a Carer.
I've been blogging for over 2 years, and writing poems for 19 years. Of course a lot of my poems are about my favourite subject Carole, but since I've been blogging my writings have become quite varied, humourous, mystical, observational, and even a few monster/horror poems.
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This is beautiful.
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Thankyou, liking that “my words have traveled the world”.
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It’s a good feeling, that traveling word. 🙂
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Thank you for directing me here, home to this wonderful poem.
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You did it, Ivor – this lovely poem has strong echoes of Leonard. It shows you’re a devotee of his poetry.
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Thanks Jane, your comment touched me deeply ♡♡
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I’m pleased about that x
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Awww…. this is so beautiful. Thank you for leaving me the link. ❤️
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I glad you found my home 🏡
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