My home
Though not as holy as Rome
For joy and love, had a cozy room.
My home
Though not a place for wealth to groom
Was never a place for pall and gloom.
My home
With my dear daughter at home
Was a place of joyous cream.
My home
With all happy notes a ream
Was the joy’s epitome
My home
With my daughter gone for the job of her dream
Now, but a sulking silent dome
My home
Once, a happy home
Now a patient of empty nest syndrome!
