A dream called home

This poem is dedicated to all us women who dream of building a home ,have built a home and will build a home of their own in future.Because for a lady there is nothing like a place that she calls her own,decorates it as she would like it to be . A place where she is the master,the host,the One who decides and the one who nurtures .Her nest called HER HOME.

One day i shall sit by the window

lacy curtains ,cookies and coffee

one day i shall build a home so lovely

like the one in my dreams i see.

One day i shall cook a lavish meal

in my kitchen so neat and clean

one day i shall mow the lawn in the frontyard

keeping it blissful like it has always been.

One day i shall have a home, my own

french windows through which the sun has shown

divine light upon me and my beloved

as i smile at the colours the walls have worn.

One day i shall feel complete so much

living in my home,my paradise such

simple and warm,always open to the weary

yet so stylish and wonderful very.